“That was extraordinary,” I say, wide-eyed and fascinated, “I’m not even sore.”
“Give it a few minutes,” Emily says, and Xandra smiles.
“Alright,” I say, offering a reserved smile.
“Don’t worry,” Emily says, “It’s a good kind of sore.”
Seeing me wobble, Xandra takes me by the shoulders and helps me to the floor. I kneel with my back under the hot water and do some easy stretching. After a moment, a stupid grin curls my face into a ridiculous shape. Seriously. This is a truly idiotic smile, and it’s even worse once I start giggling. Serotonin rush.
As I descend into a quiet fit of laughter, I look to Xandra and smile. She smiles back, and warmly. She turns to Emily next, and takes her by the hand. Pulling each other closer, they collide gently, and gracefully. Their bodies fit together seamlessly. They kiss, and that kiss lasts a long while. A minute, maybe two. Xandra grabs Emily’s ass with both hands, and squeezes hard. Emily moans in response pulling her closer, and intensifying the kiss.
Quite abruptly, Xandra stops and says “I need you.”
“I need you too, baby,” Emily tells her, then lays her head on her chest, locked in her arms.
I am roused from my stupor by piqued curiosity. They are smiling and gazing intimately upon and into one other for a long moment. Xandra kisses Emily again, then is kissed by her. A minute or two pass as they make out, forcing their tongues deeply into the other’s mouths. After a time, they pause and both of them look down at me.
Starting to regain a bit of composure, I say “Hi again,” as though I have not seen them in some time, and with wide eyes, I continue, “That was so good.”
Xandra turns her head to look at me as though it were pulled by the magnetic field of my words. “Yeah?” she asks, with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” I affirm, still quite out of breath.
“Want to go again sometime?” Emily asked.
I nod my head enthusiastically. “Definitely.”
“Now?” Xandra asked with a perky, demonic gleam.
“Down, girl,” Emily said, rolling her eyes, “Besides, right now I want you for myself.”
“That’s just as well,” I say “I don’t think I could do it again right now. Why don’t you answer one or two more questions for me.”
“Emily can answer them,” Xandra says, “I’ll be busy.”
“I can, huh? Where are you going?”
“Nowhere. My tongue just won’t be available for talking, is all.”
“Oh…” Emily smiled, giggling a bit as she laid back and spread her legs, “I’ll definitely try.”
“Alright then…” I start, but trail off for a moment as I watch Xandra drop to her knees, then lower herself further. Every move she makes brings her tongue closer to Emily’s pussy. “Cool. I mean thanks.” As I start speaking, Emily gasps at the touch of her lover’s tongue. “So, I agree with your goals, and I’m contingently on board to join the organization you’ve described, but I need you to tell me a bit more about it.”
“Uh-huh…” Emily moans, “Like what, specifically?”
“I guess I’ll start simple. What’s it called?”
“We try not to label it too concretely, but usually, if you hear someone talking about The Disharmony or The Dissonance, they’re talking about us.”
“Okay… Florid, romantic, ominous. I like it.”
“What else?”
“Maybe something about the structure of your organization. Does it have a specific leader?”
“No,” Emily starts, but pauses and gasps at the sensations being delivered by Xandra’s expert mouth. She squeezes her eyes closed for a moment grits her teeth before continuing, “Not as such. It’s more of a guerrilla thing, I guess you’d say.”
“Well… That certainly puts it in an interesting new light.”
“I get that,” Emily says, “But honestly, you should get used to the light changing suddenly. Shit on this island is weird, and you’re going to find that it only gets weirder.”
“Especially down here, th–” Xandra started, before Emily dragged her back to her pussy by the hair.
“What she means is that the further away from the beach you washed up on a person gets, the easier it is to keep a clear head, and the saner most people seem to be…” Emily paused for a moment, “Well, more aware of their surroundings, anyway.”
At this point, she can no longer focus and simply surrenders to Xandra’s expert touch. I watch them intently. I am enjoying them, but not touching myself. In truth, I’m still a little tender – and in a way I never have been before.
“Fuck, yes!” Emily flings more sound into the amplifying effect of the next chamber, sending it ricocheting from wall to wall, deep into the maze.
A muffled “Mmmm…” comes from between her legs.
Rapidly losing her composure, Emily quite unexpectedly and quite aggressively yells “Lick my pussy, you fucking whore! Yes!” as she seizes Xandra by the hair, grinding her pussy onto her tongue. This is followed by a high pitched yet deeply guttural scream.
“Yes ma’am,” Xandra says, her eyes glowing mischievously from between Emily’s thighs, then returns her tongue to its rightful place for as long as she is held there. Moments later, Emily can’t maintain her grip, so she pulls away, putting two fingers inside her – abruptly and with great force. Xandra does not say anything else, as she begins fucking her, and Emily just moans in rhythmically disrupted contentment. Clearly enjoying what was happening, she simply lays there approaching orgasm, while doing nothing to bring it about. I had no idea it was possible to be so close to orgasm but appear completely relaxed.
This is amazing. Really – I am awestruck. I didn’t see it when I looked at them before, but now their affection for each other is perfectly clear, and I am filled with platonic compersion. For a moment, I find it interesting that this is the most clear and obvious anything has felt since I arrived here, but I am distracted quickly. Regardless of my ongoing internal evaluations and investigations of my surroundings, I simply allow them to have each other for the time being and don’t interrupt with questions – despite the humor I would find in the look of aggravation which seems likely to appear on Emily’s face if I did. Maybe the pleasure I get from schadenfreude is something to look at as I try and improve myself. At a more appropriate time, I mean.
For stretched, strained, elongated minutes, I am nearly overwhelmed by the beauty of my new friends as they engage in what is by all appearances truly spectacular sex. After some amount of time which is completely unknown to me the conclusion is near. Emily is breathing harder now, and making more and more dramatic faces as the pleasure she experiences mounts.
She is so close. I’m not the only one who can tell. Xandra is toying with her now. Taking her lover to the edge of orgasm and back again seems to evoke a savage joy in her. Now she is dangling her over that edge, like a marionette hanging by her strings. She surrenders every fragment of control she has left…
… And she starts to cum. As hard as I’ve seen her do so far. I love it. She clamps her legs around Xandra’s head very, very hard. I have my doubts about whether or not she can breathe, and I am certain she can’t hear anything but the vibration of Emily’s voice as she moans and cries out in ecstatic orgasm. Ten or twenty seconds into this her eyes roll back completely and she goes silent for a moment. When that moment has passed, she screams. Shrieks, really. Like a banshee who’s fucking another banshee for the first time.
The piercing sound echoes from wall to wall throughout the coiling maze of corridors, wondrously not fracturing whatever glass it passed by. Before she finished she went through another two stages of orgasm. First, she started violently, nearly convulsively bucking her hips forward as though trying to ride Xandra’s face from beneath her, and then, when she could take no more, it happened.
Red hair and sharp, clawing limbs thrash and struggle as she begins screaming. The power of her voice carries most likely throughout the building now. With muscles involuntarily flexing, relaxing, contracting and spasming, her body writhes against the overwhelming weight of the pleasure is undergoing.
Xandra does not relent, and keeps her going as long as she can. She’s very clearly had a lot of practice at keeping Emily at her peak. I’m not sure how long it goes on, and I am certain that Emily doesn’t have the slightest clue either. I’d wager it could be measured in minutes rather than seconds, but I know without a doubt that I want to be her for every microsecond of it. For each immeasurable instant. Especially for what happened next.
Something has changed in her body. Suddenly, every part of it is working toward one goal, instead of writhing in such a profound chaos that it threatened to tear her apart. Now everything in her is rushing to her core, each contraction of every muscle fiber is focused. For a moment Xandra switches from completely focused to excited and distracted. Seeing the disappointment in Emily’s eyes, she resumes her attention to what she is doing almost instantly.
I guess that was it. A huge rush of liquid explodes around Xandra’s fingers, so she adds another one and begins fucking her even harder Emily’s scream reaches new heights. If I didn’t know what it was about, I would just consider it a vicious auditory assault on my nervous system, but as it is I kind of love it. This goes on for what seems like minutes, though I’m pretty sure Emily wouldn’t survive actual minutes of it.
Emily obviously has… had a very full bladder. I don’t recall ever being so turned on by this before. Copious quantities of her cum and piss are running down her Xandra’s arm and splattering on the floor. When she finally purged all the liquid in her, she lights up in full-blown orgasm once again and cums so hard that she seems to lose consciousness for a moment, falling into her lover’s arms.
A moment later, Xandra finally lets her rest, laying her softly down on the floor, under the warm water of the shower. Emily lays still, except for the occasional quiver caused by an aftershock.
“How was that?” Xandra asks.
Emily is unable to answer.
“I’m glad.”
A faint moan is all that can be managed in response.
“You’re so sexy.”
Something that sounds like “Mmmm…” breathily happens, but it doesn’t quite have the volume to vibrate correctly and becomes more of a nonverbal whisper of pleasure.
Xandra gestures to me and asks her “What do you think?”
Emily flutters her eyes and moves her head back and forth in what I could see as a nod or a dismissal.
“I agree.”
Still unable to vocalize, Emily manages the ‘g’ sound of the word “Good”.
“Yeah…” Xandra nods at both of us, “Okay. We’ll see how it goes.”
This time it is definitely a nod.
Tracking the myriad complexities, implications and miscellaneous bits of data which pass between the participants of this conversation is proving a spectacular, but delectable challenge. So much is encoded in gestures, expressions, emotions and touch. Learning how to decrypt the linguistic quirks of someone’s face, body and voice is so… I’m honestly not sure what the word is, but it’s kind of what I live for. I can’t help but analyze sometimes. It’s the first step in getting to know someone, in understanding them. It is key to learning if they can be trusted, and to what degree.
Of course, it’s easy to be distracted by the senses as well. It never ceases to impress me how reliably physical sensation can derail even the best-engineered trains of thought – and that is plainly what’s happening here. Sensation via pure arousal is a rare and beautiful gem in my life, but here it is. I am incredibly hard after watching them. Unbelievably so.
They are both so beautiful… and also my best hope for survival, at the moment. That last bit is an unsurprisingly significant turn on. There’s something else driving me, though. Something in addition to my physical attraction to them, their potential importance to my continued living, and the generally overwhelming aura of sex that seems to surround and permeate this place. Of course all of those things are already formidable sources of desire, but something else definitely lurks beneath the placid surface of my thoughts.
Soon I am overwhelmed. My body began to quiver, then I begin to shake. All of it seems to somehow be focusing on my core, and making it’s way into to my rigid shaft. Without even being touched, the tip of my cock began to twitch and swell. I came. Just like that. Very hard, and in more volume than I would have thought possible after everything that’s happened. There isn’t much distance. Hot cum just oozes out of me and runs down toward my thighs. The pleasure is wonderfully overwhelming. Soon I lose track of my surroundings and start to black out again. This world makes no sense at all. I am suffering curiously delicious, radiantly ecstatic bliss, and yet I hope lasts for only a moment.
