[This completes the story of Ishmael’s journey of self-discovery. It will make more sense if you read parts 1 and 2.]
I got home shortly after noon. Snapshots of all the things that happened last night kept flashing through my brain like a high-speed slideshow, with a still image of Julie’s face staring down at me with a mixture of triumph and contempt popping up every few seconds like a refrain. My head was spinning so badly I had to lie down on the couch. What had happened to me? What had I become? Or what was I all along without knowing?
But I didn’t want to think about any of it right now. I got up and shut off my phone and my laptop. I didn’t want phone calls, texts or emails. I had to hide somewhere, to get lost. And every time I moved I felt the butt plug. It was a constant reminder of last night. Was it also a portent of the future? I wanted to pull it out and smash it in a million pieces. But Mona told me to keep it in so I did.
I couldn’t think about last night because I had to think of the future. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just go on and pretend that nothing happened. I knew that I never wanted to see Julie again. Obviously, I had to get another job. I should move to a different city. How could I ever face her?
But I had to face her. Even if I wanted to quit I’d have to give a few week’s notice. Besides, you can’t just up and leave if your bank account is as pathetic as mine. Maybe I should look for another job in the company? But that takes time, too.
I was pacing around the apartment, going from room to room, which isn’t very satisfying when you only have three rooms. I decided to turn my mind off for the rest of the day. I started downing beers and watching the Godfather trilogy. By the time I finished and moved on to the Indiana Jones movies I was pretty soused. I switched to Scotch and had a joint on the side. I fell asleep on the couch and slept there through the night; dreams and memories took some time off and gave me a break.
Sunday morning I was up early, groggy but hangover free. I went out and got half a dozen bagels thinking they would get me through the day. I turned on my phone and found four voice messages, all from Julie. I deleted them without listening. I turned on my laptop and logged into the office. I had Monday lunches with Julie scheduled for the next six months: I canceled them all. I sent an email to the project team saying I was sick and would miss Monday’s team meeting. I suppose I foolishly thought this would accomplish something. It seems I was far better at self-delusion than I’d ever realized.
I turned off the phone and laptop again. The outside world was just going to have to stay outside. I spent the rest of the day bringing my resume up to date and searching the web for jobs in Silicon Valley and Seattle. I actually sent out a few letters. I fired up the laptop so I could look at job openings inside the company, although I considered that a last resort. I’d like to be out of there. Even the thought of seeing Julie in the cafeteria or passing her in the hall was more than I could take.
Sunday night I ordered a pizza and drank myself to sleep again.
Monday morning I fired up the laptop and sent an email to my team telling them I was taking the day off sick. There were two emails from Julie and three more she sent to my personal email account. I deleted them all without opening them. I turned on my phone to see if I’d gotten anything from Mona but there was nothing. Soul-destroying visions of Julie had pretty much driven Mona from my mind, but the butt plug wouldn’t let me forget about her entirely.
As I reinserted the plug after showering I wondered when Mona would summon me again. There was no question in my mind that the summons would come, and no question that I would go. My cock started stirring when I thought about it. I pictured myself in my “down” position in front of Mona and her friends and got hard as a rock. I had no choice anymore but to believe that this was who I was, but I didn’t have the courage or desire to plumb the reasons why.
Yes, I’d come when Mona called. But Julie had better not be there. I’d make that absolutely clear to Mona. No Julie or there’d be no me.
I spent Monday sending out job letters. I wasn’t really interested in most of the positions but I had to concentrate on something other than the submissive, humiliated slut that seemed to have been hiding deep within my conventional suburban core.
By Monday night I had a few more voice messages from Julie, which I again deleted without listening to them. She sent a few emails as well but most of my new emails were work-related. I couldn’t avoid it; I had to go into the office tomorrow.
I was up before the sun on Tuesday after a fitful night. After showering I squatted on the bathroom floor and lubed up my ass. My god, was I going to have to get used to greasing my own ass before letting strangers violate me? The plug slid in easily. Was my stretching advanced enough that I was ready to graduate to a thicker plug? Were these now the burning questions in my life?
I was in my office at 7:30, an hour before I usually arrived. My plan was to get all my stuff and hide out in a conference room on another floor. But before I could flee Julie was in my doorway.
“You have to talk to me, Ishmael,” she said.
“No I don’t.”
“Ishy, it’s not what you think.”
“You don’t know what I think,” I said. “Just leave me alone.” And I pushed by her and was out the door before she could say anything else.
I didn’t see Julie again for the rest of the day. Assorted group and one-on-one meetings left me little time for self-pitying reflection. My weakest moment came during lunch, which I ate at my desk. Looking out the window, the sharp blue sky assaulted my eyes with a clarity that hurt on too many levels. But then I went back to meetings, and emotions gave way to analyzing business issues and developing solutions that were far more certain than I was likely to be anytime soon.
Julie was waiting by my car in the parking lot when I was done for the day. I unlocked the car from a distance with the key fob and didn’t even break stride as I approached the car, opened the door and got in.
Julie tried to grab my arm as I went past her. “Talk to me, Ishmael. I need to talk to you. Please.” But I was already in the car and pulling away before she got the last word out.
Julie stopped trying. There were no phone calls that evening and nothing the whole next day. And even though I didn’t see her I knew there was no way to avoid her completely. I still had to get another job, inside the company or out. Maybe I was refusing to think about all the implications of what had happened and my undeniable complicity in it. Maybe I did relish all the degrading acts I’d performed, maybe I even needed them, as Mona claimed. But even if I knew it I didn’t need Julie to know it. And the fact that she did and that she’d been a part of it was simply too much to bear. I was convinced that the fact of it was radiating out of my face like a flashing neon sign and soon everyone in the office would see it. Was it self-pity? Doesn’t self-pity require a foothold in self-disgust?
On my way to work Thursday morning I got a call from Mona.
I answered the phone: “Hello.”
“Be here at 8:00 tonight. Don’t be late” and she hung up without waiting for me to respond. Was she that sure of me? If so, she was right: I would be there. My cock started to stiffen at the thought.
***
The rest of the day was a blur. All I could think about was going to Mona’s and wondering what would be waiting for me there. I thought about Mona fucking me the first time; how I bent over the chair and spread my ass at her command. I could feel my face flush and my cock come to attention. Over twenty years of schooling and almost another fifteen on the job, all in pursuit of worldly success and achievement, and now all I could think about was being used as a slut while other people watched and waited their turn.
Yes, I was going to Mona’s. Truth be told, I was speeding on the drive there.
I rang the bell and Mona’s voice came through: “It’s open.” I closed the door behind me and stood by the coat tree in the hallway. “We’re in the living room. Come in when you’re ready.” I knew what that meant. I undressed and put my clothes in the basket on the floor. I was already used to being naked in Mona’s house.
I went into the living room and found Mona and Carole sitting on the couch with Julie sitting between them.
“No. No,” I screamed. “I can’t do this.” I quickly covered my cock with both hands and turned to walk out.
“Stay here, Ishy,” Mona said in an authoritative voice that I was powerless to resist. “Come back here. And stop covering yourself.”
“What is she doing here?”
“Because you wouldn’t talk to me, Ishmael,” Julie said. “But you have to because nothing is what you think.”
I stood there in front of them. I was conscious of my nakedness in front of Julie, shame burning my skin. But I didn’t fight it. I’d given up. I accepted that I was now only an object to be used and degraded by the one person in the world whose respect I craved. The monsters battling inside my head sneered. I took hold of my cock and started to play with it to get hard. That’s what they’d want. I knew that.
“You don’t have to do that, Ishmael,” Julie said. “I need you to listen to me. You think I find you disgusting; that all I feel for you is contempt, that all I want to do is bend you over and fuck you in the ass till it hurts.
“But that’s not true. It’s just the opposite.” Julie paused and smiled broadly. “I love you, Ishy. I need you. I want us to get married.”
A boxer couldn’t have hit me any harder. I couldn’t breathe and stumbled. Mona jumped up and put out her hands to steady me.
“See,” Mona said. “I told you that you two were made for each other. Come on Carole, let’s give them some time alone,” Mona said, and the two of them left the room.
“Come here, Ishy,” Julie said. “Kneel down by me.”
“If you love me so much why I am kneeling on the floor and not sitting next to you? And why am I naked?”
“Because that’s the way it’s supposed to be between us. Look, this is all pretty complicated. And I know a lot of it seems contradictory, but it really isn’t if you think about it.
“I know you found out some things about yourself in the last week. And it’s scary to realize that you get aroused by being sexually humiliated. Well I found out some scary things about myself, too.
“I was fed up with the macho posturing of men who come on to you like they’re doing you a favor. I’m smarter than they are and tougher than they are. And the joke is that they’re phonies. They want to be controlled and told what to do; they know it and it scares the shit out of them. So they strut around and pretend they’re studs when they’re really pussies. You think you’re pathetic but they’re the ones who are. As degrading as it may be, you’re facing who you are. You’re honest, and I like that. And I like to use you; it’s a turn-on. I want to be in control.”
Julie stopped. She flipped her head slightly to get the hair off her face and brushed it behind her left ear. Then she bent forward and held my face in both hands.
“Look. Watching Mona fuck you and then make you to masturbate was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And watching you service all those women got me even wetter. And when I fucked you the first time I had the most incredible orgasm ever; I couldn’t even stand up afterward. And when I fucked you the second time and I looked into your eyes and told you to make yourself come for me, well . . . the world was whole for the very first time. And I came so hard I could have died, it was perfect.
“I liked that you’d let yourself be used and exposed. And I loved being able to do that to you, to see how far you’d go for me, to see you squirm. And that’s the best part. You did it knowing it was me making you do it. You did it for me. It was fantastic precisely because we have such strong feelings for each other. It wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying if you were just some anonymous guy.
“I know you did it because you need it, even if you hate that that’s so. And I know it was even harder because it was me. But the bottom line is that you need to do it, and I need to make you do it. That’s when I knew how much I loved you.”
“But it’s sick,” I said. “It’s distorted and wrong.” I turned my face away and started to cry.
“No Ishy,” she said. “No, it’s not. Is it really that different from the woman who only wants to be fucked from behind while her lover calls her a whore? Or the guy who wants to be spanked? Or the woman who wants to role-play being raped? It’s just people letting go so they can be who they really are. Nobody’s getting hurt, just incredibly turned on.”
Julie smiled and brushed my tears away. “Ishy, I do love you. I think I knew that even before all this. But now it’s perfect, it’s complete. Life outside in the world will be great, better than ever. We make a great team ay work. We have so much in common. And we’re equals in so many ways. And now behind closed doors our real sexual selves can come out. What could be better?”
Julie bent over and kissed me on the lips, slowly and tenderly. “Let’s get married, Ishy. We’ll have a storybook life.”
“Even with me naked with a butt plug up my ass?”
“Exactly because of that.”
My head was swimming. What was happening? What Julie was saying was nothing short of bizarre but it had a certain insane logic to it. My dick stirred and at that moment all I wanted was for her to touch it.
“The edge is important here; you need to remember that,” she said. “I love you but I have to push you. I’m going to have to learn how to do that but Mona can show me.”
“What?”
“Mona is going to keep playing with you. I’ll join in most of the time. But it’s up to me to obliterate the boundaries, to see how far you’ll go for me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. There can’t be any boundaries left.”
“There’s always another boundary, Ishy.” Julie knelt down and wrapped her arms around me. She brushed my hair and gently kissed me on the forehead.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. A minute, five minutes, ten. I actually felt peaceful for the first time in weeks. I hadn’t noticed Mona come back. I wondered how long she’d been there.
“You still have the butt plug in, don’t you Ishy?” Mona asked.
“Yes.”
Mona looked over at Julie with a barely perceptible nod. “Down, Ishy,” Julie said.
I was a bit taken back by the contrast of Julie’s strict order with the tenderness that had preceded it, almost like a sudden change in the weather you didn’t see coming. But by now my response was automatic when I heard the word “down.” I bent over and presented my ass to my two tyrannical goddesses, with no hesitation but with a generous helping of innocence despoiled.
Julie slowly withdrew the plug from my ass. “Wow,” she said, delight dancing in her voice. “Look at that perfect circle.”
“He’s definitely ready,” Mona said.
I felt a soft breeze on my open anus as Julie bent over and blew on it. It felt sweet, and I closed my eyes to luxuriate in the feeling. Then it stopped and I felt Julie applying a cold blob of lube to my anus and then pushing in deep with two fingers. “He’s so wide open,” she said. “I love it.”
I turned my head to look at this confounding creature who told me she loved me one minute and then admired my gaping asshole the next.
Just then Carole came into the room. “Hey ladies, we have company.” Walking next to her were two guys who looked to be in their mid to late twenties. Each was tall, well built, and (there’s no other way to put this) beautiful. And they were buck-naked.
“I’m calling them Abbott and Costello,” Carole said.
“They’re for you, Ishy,” Mona said. “It’s time you get fucked by a real cock in both holes.”
“Goody,” Carole said.
Even after everything that had happened, I was stunned. Firecrackers of fear exploded in my brain and my body shook from top to bottom. This was too much. Not saying a word I looked up at Julie with pleading eyes and shook my head, No.
“You need to do this, Ishmael,” Julie said, “and I want to see you do this. I’ve been looking forward to it. You need to do it for me.”
I was on my hands and knees on the floor facing the couch. Julie took Abbott by the hand, led him over to the couch and sat him down directly in front of me. I was looking right at his cock, maybe ten inches from my face.
Meanwhile Carole was rubbing Costello’s cock. When he was hard she pulled him over to me by his hard-on. Carole and Mona looked at Julie.
“He’s all yours fellas,” Julie said. “Costello, you go first. He’s all lubed up for you.”
I might actually have been paralyzed. If an overpowering fear can make someone instantly freeze in place, then that’s what happened to me.
Costello put a hand on each cheek and spread them apart, and then he plowed all the way into me in one thrust. It turned out it was a damn good thing I’d had that butt plug in all week.
He started pounding me hard and fast. It didn’t hurt that much but the speed and power came as a shock. Even more shocking was that I liked it. His cock felt different than a dildo, better somehow. Maybe it was just knowing that it was a real cock, but it it had a pliancy and a life.
I lowered my face because I didn’t want Julie to see how much I was into it. I was horrified that she was seeing this but in some perverse way I wanted her to get off on it. I wanted to do a good job for her. I started pushing back to meet Costello’s thrusts. He must have fucked me for three or four minutes before he shouted out, “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Then he drove in extra hard a few more times before grabbing me by the hips and shook and then stopped dead still while he was all the way in me.
Costello pulled out, slapped me on the ass and said, “That was excellent. He’s a good fit. I’ll do him anytime.”
I buckled a little, my legs and arms were trembling and I slumped a bit.
Julie took hold of my face with her hands and pulled me forward. She took Abbott’s cock and brought it to my lips. “Lick the tip, Ishy. Taste it and see how smooth it feels.” I ran my tongue gently on the tip of Abbott’s cock. It felt weird but also natural. I started making broader circles around the head. Precum was starting to ooze out.
“Suck it,” she said.
I took Abbott’s cock into my mouth. It was rock hard and filled me up. The tight skin was quite smooth and he was shaved so there wasn’t a hair anywhere. The taste was a pleasant mix of salty and talcum powder.
I put my index finger and thumb around the base of his cock in an O shape. I started sucking while moving my mouth slowly up and down the first three of four inches of his cock and moved my fingers up and down at the same time so that my mouth and hand were moving as one. When I was at the top of my motion I took my mouth off his cock just long enough for my fingers to come all the way up and over the head before going down again and taking him back in my mouth. I varied the speed, going increasingly faster and then slowing down and then speeding up again. And with each movement the tip of Abbott’s cock got a swirl from my tongue and then one from my thumb.
I knew what I liked in a blowjob and was determined to give a good one to Abbott. I couldn’t believe how into it I was. I wondered if Julie could tell.
I could feel Abbott’s body tense up as he got close to coming. I sped up and he grabbed my head and started moving it up and down. He asked Julie, “Should I come in his mouth or squirt on his face?”
“In his mouth,” Julie said in a tone as even-handed as a judge passing sentence.
And then he spit out a “Yes” and started shooting in my mouth. Multiple spurts of thick come filled my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but still couldn’t take it.
Abbott pulled out of my mouth and fell back against the couch. I was left kneeling there, come dripping out of my mouth and ass. Emotions were ricocheting inside my head. Shame, excitement, disbelief, self-disgust, exhilaration all competed for attention and collided into each other. Did I enjoy it? I didn’t want to think so but I couldn’t deny the hard-on pointing up at my navel. Despite the physical and emotional exhaustion I was incredibly excited and would come with a single touch to my cock.
“Excellent,” Carole said. “And look at that boner. Tell him to whack it off.”
“Go ahead, Ishy,” Mona said. “Do . . ..”
“No,” Julie said, cutting Mona off. “That’s enough.” She leaned over and whispered something to Mona, who got up and left the room. “I’m taking him home.”
A clearly disappointed Carole said, “C’mon boys,” and led Abbott and Costello down the hall and, hopefully, into a minor footnote in history.”
Mona came back and handed Julie a damp towel. Julie gently wiped my face and ass and then urged me up onto the couch where I sat silent, eyes downcast. The emotional tsunami had blown itself out; when I realized what I had just done – and how much I liked it – a heavy despair emerged and reigned over me.
Mona’s magic had conjured up a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. Julie dressed me, manipulating my lifeless arms and legs as if I were a manikin. Finally she slid my feet into some flip-flops and helped me to stand up. She and Mona whispered for a minute or so and then Julie led me to the door and down the front steps to her car. “You’re coming home with me tonight, Ishmael. We’ll get your car tomorrow.”
I was concentrating on turning my mind off and letting my soul sink into the cloud of gloom that was growing inside of me. Every time I flashed on a picture of what I’d done tonight I felt more frightened of who I might really be.
We were silent on the drive back to Julie’s but she kept her hand on my leg all the way, making gentle circles on my thigh as if to reassure me that the world was still round and turning on its axis. She drove into the underground garage in her building and parked. She got out of the car and walked around to open the door for me. Again I passively let her lead me to the elevator. We rode up in silence with Julie holding my hand.
As soon as we were in her condo she led me straight through her bedroom and into the bathroom. She sat me down on the toilet and then lit a ring of candles running along the rim of the oversize bathtub. She turned off the overhead light, and the candles bathed the room in a gauzy yellow glow, their flickering wicks making shadows dance on the walls.
She turned on the faucets in the tub. “I’ll be right back. Stay there.” So I did. I sat there and watched the waltz of the shadows from the candles. Julie came back with two snifters of cognac. She handed one to me and said, “Drink this, Ishy. Sip it slowly but drink it all.” And then not following her own advice she downed hers in one swig.
Julie checked the water in the tub and when she was satisfied she came over and took the snifter from me and put in on the floor. She undressed me and held me by the arm as I climbed into the tub and sat down. Julie took off her blouse, kneeled beside the tub and picked up a sponge. She soaped it up and then lifted my right arm and began to bathe me, much the way a mother bathes a small child. Perhaps the image is just. The chaos in my head had worn itself out and my brain was blessedly empty. Was it a defense mechanism, or perhaps denial, or maybe the peace that comes from true self-awareness for the first time in a misbegotten life?
It didn’t matter. Julie lovingly washed me while I dumbly sat there. I hadn’t said a word since the latest degradation ended. Julie took pains to wash my face and especially my ass. As she washed my anus she asked, “Does it hurt?”
I shook my head, No, even though it did hurt a little, but that was less than I felt I probably deserved. Julie didn’t wash my cock. I guess she figured soaking it was enough, and it hadn’t been used anyway. This was the first time that I hadn’t been ordered to masturbate for my audience after having been used. I was grateful for being spared that indignity, though to be honest I’d been pretty aroused and the orgasms I’d had while beating off for Mona and Julie had been the most intense of my life.
Julie stood me up and wrapped me in a large luxurious bath towel and patted me dry. She took my hand and led me back into her bedroom. She pulled the blanket down on the left side of the bed, took off my towel and told me to lie down. I crawled and turned on my side facing the center of the bed and effortlessly morphed into the fetal position.
“I’ll be right back,” she said. I didn’t acknowledge her. I concentrated on staring at the long soft folds in the sheet as they swept away down the bed into distances peaceful and remote.
I don’t know how long I was lying there, probably not more than a few minutes. But time had seemed to slow almost to a stop, and I was happy that nothing could assail me in that stasis. I heard running water coming from the bathroom, and that lulled me even more.
I was vaguely aware of Julie coming back. She turned off all the lights except for the lamp on the table near the bay window; that changed everything in the room into shadows. Julie walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled back the blanket. I looked up at her and she smiled at me. She was naked and more beautiful than I’d ever seen her. She looked almost transparently angelic in the soft glow of the lamp across the room, and her movements were liquid as she slid into bed. I laid my head back down and felt some tears on my cheek.
Julie lied down on her back next to me. She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me closer. She kissed the top of my head lightly. “I need to come now, Ishy,” she said. “Eat me. Take it nice and slow.”
The command shook me out of my stupor and I came to life; it was like a chemical reaction. I slid down and Julie opened her legs to give me room to snuggle between them. I reached up for a bed pillow; Julie lifted her ass and I slid the pillow underneath her so I had a better angle to where I’d wanted to go for so long. I spread her pussy lips and gently flicked her clit with my tongue. I started with slow circular motions and threw in a nibble now and then. I switched directions and occasionally broke the rhythm by darting down and tonguing her vagina but quickly went back up to her clit.
Julie put both hands on my head but rather than pushing my face deeper into her she wove her fingers in my hair and rubbed my head gently like brushes on a drum. Soon she began to rock back and forth and moan lightly. Her rocking got faster and faster and my tongue got more and more insistent. And then she convulsed and shook all over and cried, “Oh yes, Ishy, yes” and came like a sudden flare in the sky.
I eased up, moved my tongue down and circled her vagina. I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her a bit higher off the bed and slowly slid my tongue all the way down and licked her anus. I made easy circling motions and then started pushing my tongue in and out; then I changed course and ran long, deep licks across her tight butt hole. Julie began to moan again. I increased the pressure of my tongue and I alternated between full tongue licks and pointed penetrations. This time Julie did grab my head and pushed it deeper into her ass. I licked faster and faster and Julie came suddenly with a jolt that bounced my head up as it lifted her ass even higher off the bed.
I licked the inside of her thighs as she came back down, and when she was almost still I went back to her clit and licked and circled as slowly as I could before gradually increasing speed and pressure. It took her longer to come this time and my mouth was getting tired when she suddenly orgasmed with a force that made us both cry out loud.
I kept my head between her legs and laid my cheek on the inside of her thigh as we both relaxed. We bathed in a silence that caressed us like a blanket. Soon she pulled me back up and her arm came around my shoulders as I laid my face on her chest.
“That was perfect, Ishy,” she said. “Would you like to come now?”
I nodded, Yes.
“Then do it. Come for me.”
I suppose even after everything that happened I should have felt shamed at masturbating in front of Julie on command. But I didn’t. I desperately wanted to come and I wanted to do for it her. I licked my fingers and palm and moved my hand down and grabbed my cock. I raised my head and looked into Julie’s eyes as I started to beat off.
And then Julie reached down and pulled my hand away from my cock. She slid down, planting little kisses on my chest and belly as she went lower, and finally she took my cock in her mouth.
The warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloped my cock and sent tiny tremors throughout my whole body like the ripples in a pond when you toss in a pebble. The feeling was overwhelming. Since this whole shameful erotically explosive adventure began this was the first time anyone had actually touched my cock. I’d had some of the most powerful orgasms of my life, but they’d all been by my own hand. And now the pleasure had already been surpassed by the sensations of Julie just taking me into her mouth. I began to rock; I knew I wouldn’t last long.
And then she was gone. Just like that, in an instant, Julie let my cock slide from her mouth. Startled, I lifted my head but Julie whispered, “Shush.”
She lifted her left leg and swung it over me like she was mounting a horse. Her body followed and at the top of her arc she came down in the perfect position for my cock to slide right into her pussy.
After the recent events this was the last thing I expected. I guess my confusion showed on my face because Julie said, “It’s okay for us to do this, Ishy. After all, we are engaged. You’ll still do all the other stuff for me, but we can fuck, too. Of course, I’ll always be on top.”
Julie rode me with a slow determined gait. Her movements and rhythm were finely tuned; she was in her element being on top and she knew it. I made small movements that were really just reactions to her movements. I was clearly the passive participant. But I felt every motion as an erotic caress. The pleasure consumed me and I surrendered myself to it entirely.
I started to feel my orgasm build; it came slowly but inexorably. I couldn’t have slowed it if I’d wanted to: this was Julie’s show but the pleasure was all for me. And I erupted: I felt jet after jet shoot from me, and then my head fell back on the pillow and I smiled in gratitude and joy.
Julie kept bucking (I suppose that simultaneous orgasms would be too much to hope for) and I willed my spent cock to stay hard for her. And soon she had yet another power orgasm, coming with an electric shock that was followed by a few more shocks that gradually diminished in intensity until she came to rest, sitting on top of me like a queen on a throne.
Julie rolled off me onto her back. She once more slid her arm around my shoulder and pulled me to her so my head was resting on her breast. I pulled my knees up so I could get as close to her as possible.
Looking up she said, “I love you, Ishmael.”
“And I love you, too, Jules.” They were my first words since she’d given me to the boys and left me truly naked and afraid. I wasn’t afraid now.
***
Julie hugged Ishmael even closer. He was curled so close into her that they were interlocked like two pieces in a puzzle.
And that’s the way they fell asleep.
And they lived happily ever after.
