Enhanced by the heat of the sun’s slow fall from its apex, the water from these outdoor showers is liquid ice on our skin. Literally obviously, but figuratively too… also obviously. Whatever. It’s cold. Must have deep pipes. Regardless of the skin tightening reflex of shock, it is a pleasant contrast from the radiative warmth around us. I’m not all that excited by solar rays that are this bright and this close. Never have been, but that much more as I age and learn. Mostly I feel good to be cleansed of sand and ready to get back to work.
Distractions are constant, but I try to let myself enjoy the stimulation as a reward for staying focused enough on the important matters at hand. His cock is very hard. Roughly as hard as it is for me to believe that he doesn’t want me to suck it. It is totally possible to shove my anxiety about my general sex appeal aside in that moment, but I am highly annoyed with myself that I have to spend time on that.
At the instant we step inside my senses are assaulted by a gust of cool air filled with the sounds and aromas of sex. Though it is becoming familiar, it does not yet feel anywhere in the vicinity of normal. We do our best to see the reality we can process and shrug off other concerns for the time being. Traversing the wide corridor is easy enough, but it would be a lot easier were it not so crowded. “Why do they just gather in random places like this?”
He shakes his head in an empty response. “Nobody here seems to experience shame or modesty, so there’s that.”
“Yeah, but that’s not what I mean. There are a lot more comfortable places to socialize or fuck within an actual stone’s throw. Even the landing of these stairs would be better than kneeling on a single step to give a stranger blowjob.”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” he says, “And, how do you know they’re strangers?”
“That’s not…!” frustration powerful enough to mimic rage begins to pool in my vibrating extremities, “I know. But, still,” I pause in an effort to contain myself, but fail within seconds “What the fuck?” My fists fly open into stars of nearly hyperextended fingers as a sighshriek.
Heads have turned, and he whispers “Keep it down.”
“Yeah…” I agree with him with wide eyes, “That was the biggest response I’ve seen from a group since setting foot here, though.”
Once we have ascended the flight and arrived at the gate, it takes a moment to get waved in. The door attendant isn’t at their post, and nobody hears us until he slams the soft side of his fist on the door. Solid blow, moderate force. A low thump reverberated on both sides of the metal. The sound filled the chamber we were in, and it too commanded a response.
“Hey,” I said, “Do you think it’s possible that surprise or hostility have the potential to douse the flames of this insanity with a bit of lucidity, and that neither one of us has thought about it until now because we’re both too nice and too cautious?”
He paused, sighed, and finally frowned. “Yeah. Now that you mention it, I think it’s very possible. Emily and Xandra did have a somewhat acerbic wit about them. A wit which at once bites and stings.”
“Plus that slap really seemed to help you out earlier.”
“It did, yeah.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m trying to deconstruct the things that we know may help us stay focused or communicate with others. Was it the surprise? The pain?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe if you–”
I strike him again. “Well?”
“The pain definitely helps takes me out of the fog. I more or less knew that was coming though, so it’s hard to say about the surprise of it.”
“Alright, then. Try not to be on your guard, then.” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a misshapen smile, and I add “You know, if you can.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“You can try too, you know. In moments when it appears I need it, I mean.”
“Yeah… I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that.”
“I can tell. That’s why I said something.”
“But…”
“Look, I’d rather have you feel a little weird about that than confront the possibility that I’m going start losing my mind bit by bit until it’s scattered so thoroughly around these ruins that I can’t ever find all the pieces. Since that’s already happening, please, I am asking you as a friend, just shock me out of it.”
“What if I just yell something at you?”
“I don’t like loud noises. I do like pain, but if you bite me, slap me or pinch me you’re either going to relax me or turn me on. Probably both. So, I vote for the slap. Just don’t do it because you’re angry or combative. That’s what would make you a dick in this scenario. Alright?”
“Alright…”
“Do you want to practice a couple of times?”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“I could use the splash of cold water anyway.”
“Fine,” he sighed. He swings his open palm toward my face but pulls most of the force before impact. It barely makes a clapping sound.
“Well, that was… exceptionally underwhelming. Again.” He tries again but falls just as flat. “You can call me a name, if it will help.”
“Like what?”
“Try calling me a slut, or a whore. Something that sounds mean, but make it nice with the way you say it.”
His hand leaps to my throat like a striking cobra, and before I know what is happening, his soft palm collides with my cheek. The perfect sound of the slap ricochets amid the vinyl tiles and concrete of the walls. “Do you like that, you fucking whore?” I am shocked.
He is very hard. “Better?”
“That was… An improvement. The problem though, is that I did actually enjoy that.”
“Ah. Any advice?”
“I’d say to try again, but maybe we should wait until we find somewhere a bit more comfortable. Just in case we wind up succumbing to our desires.”
“Yeah,” his cock throbs in the air as he speaks, “I reluctantly agree with that point.”
As soon as that is settled, someone opens the door. “Everything okay out here?” they ask, looking a bit concerned, as though they hadn’t heard a commotion like that in the whole of their life.
“Everything’s fine,” I assure them, “We were just practicing something.”
“…Okay,” they say, “As long as you’re enjoying yourselves.”
“Oh, we are,” I say, “Thanks for getting the door.”
“Sure. Are you new?”
“Pretty new, yeah.”
“That makes sense, then. I didn’t actually know you were trying to get in. If you want to get people’s attention faster, try this.” They knock two knuckles on the open door in a specific pattern. “Got it?”
“One more time.”
“Like this.” They knock again.
“Yes. Thank you,” I tell them with grave sincerity. “That’s a huge help.”
“Good! Hopefully, I’ll see you around.” With that they disappear, bounding down the hallway toward the beach.
The tone of the world changes measurably when we enter the corridor. The vinyl tiles are clean, for one thing. None that I can see are even cracked. As we walk I peer into the open doors, and the oddly placed room-to-corridor windows. It’s still an isolated shire for half-witted post-apocalyptic squatters, but these rooms are at least tidy. Almost militarily so. There’s nicer furniture too. Most have a variety of couches and a couple of mattresses. A couple of them are just filled with those really fluffy synthetic bean bags and nothing else.
“Oh,” I say with semi-faux excitement, “This one looks interesting. Do you want to stop here?”
“Uh, sure…” he says, “To what end, though?”
“I guess to try again and talk to one of these…” I raise my right eyebrow suspiciously, “Individuals. Someone here has to have something useful to tell us.”
He pauses for a moment, straining to consider my words. “Yeah. Maybe. I hope you’re right.”
“There’s not much for us to do but hope and try.”
“I know. I’m just… weary.”
I kiss his cheek and when he smiles I can see that a part of her is still with us. “Come on.”
As we step into the room, I find that it is far more interesting than I had initially suspected. The walls are lined with an elaborate structure not unlike a dozen haphazardly linked bunk beds of varied platform size. What’s more, they’re constructed out of old crank-operated standing desks and linked awkwardly yet sturdily together with rough hewn lumber. A series of cables runs through the chaos and forms a web in a series of eyebolts in the walls and ceiling. The machine as a whole clearly serves some grander purpose, but the nature of its task eludes me.
“See that?” I ask, pointing out the wood.
“Yeah,” he says, “I can certainly admit someone here has got better engineering chops than I estimated earlier. What do you think it does?”
“No idea,” I say, “But that’s not what I’m talking about.” After a momentary pause, “Not that it isn’t a good question. What I find interesting though, is that that lumber is cedar, and there is no species of cedar that will grow in an environment like this.”
“Huh. That is interesting.”
“It really is, because that wood only has about six months of fade on it, and this contraption was obviously constructed by the current or recent residents of the area.” I can tell from the look on his face that he almost gets it. “Someone here had to get it, or at least receive a shipment.”
“Oh,” he said, “I would definitely not have known that. You are very smart.”
I can sense he’s slipping, so I keep doing what’s been working thus far. My semi-rigid palm makes contact with his face and he snaps back to this world we are experiencing together. Wish I could call it reality, but that still doesn’t seem all that likely. “Better?”
“Thanks.”
“So, now what?”
He shrugs and turns to the nearest person. “Hey!”
The man near him turns his head and says, “Oh, hi!” His voice tells me that he is aggressively gay, but the way he looks at me tells me that he wants me as much as anyone else in the room. “Are you new to the area?”
I am a bit puzzled by his phrasing, but I hope it means he knows how to get out. “We are. We’re actually hoping to get a better look at the surrounding terrain. Do you know where we can find an exit that doesn’t lead back to the beach?”
“Oh…” he says, “Well, I do, but…” he sighed and thought for a moment “Okay, I know I don’t know you, but before I tell you anything I need you to promise me something.”
“Uh… Maybe. What is it?”
“Just that you won’t go looking for that exit until tomorrow.”
I pause and look at my friend, then together we shrug and say “Okay.” Neither of us really gave it much consideration before we said so, though. I don’t even give it a second thought. I mean, what were we going to do, turn down the information?
I follow up on the agreement though, “Why?”
“Danger, put simply.”
“Can you be more specific?”
“Not really, no. We can’t be exact, at any rate. Everyone in here would probably have something different to say about it.”
“How predictably ominous,” I say, then sigh a sigh of grand exasperation. “Let’s just start with what you’d say, then.”
“Fair enough,” he concedes, “There’s a monster.”
“Anything more than ‘monster’?”
“Big, scary, only comes out at night, you usually don’t see it unless it destroys you, and you often won’t even hear it without a sealed fate to hand it at the door. Most people who have encountered it know so because someone they’re with is…”
“Destroyed?”
He looks at the ground in response to my friend’s inquiry. “Gone, at any rate.”
“In what manner?” I ask.
“…Depends on the person.”
“So, just as unsettling and confusing as everything else about this place.”
“Yeah. You’re gettin’ it.”
“I think we are.”
“Disturbing, no?”
“So,” my companion says, “You seem a bit more lucid than most other humans we’ve run into around this place.”
“That’s probably true. We’ve all holed up in this floor of this wing because it seems for some reason like it’s marginally better protected in here from whatever is out there. Not that we’re really basing that on anything but semi-educated speculation. I think this part of the building once housed radiological diagnostic machinery, so the entire ward is slightly shielded in some way. Of course, that’s merely a hypothesis. Could just be that it’s the farthest from the beach, where all the… feelings that are stirred up feel strongest.”
“So, you think this used to be a hospital?” I ask incredulously.
“No, not necessarily, but I think it’s possible that this segment of the building used to be part of some kind of medical facility. Could also have just had medical equipment for a corporate campus’ clinic or something too.”
“With all the locker rooms I thought it was probably an athletic center first, and by the time I got upstairs maybe a school, but now I have no idea at all.”
“When I got here,” I say, “I thought I was waking up hungover at a resort, but once I was awake enough to not remember going on vacation, I had no idea where I was, and I’ve done my best to refrain from theorizing beyond broad speculation since then.”
“Smart,” he says, eyeing me a little. A woman approaches him from his eight o’clock, and he doesn’t notice her until she takes his arm in hers. “Oh!” he starts, “Where are my manners? I’m Ash, and this is my girlfriend, Ash.”
“You two are a handsome couple,” she tells us.
“Not really,” I say.
“A handsome pair, then.”
“That’s accurate,” said the voice beside me. His cock was starting to harden once again. I know its the environment, but damn. Somehow it seems bigger than it did before. I’m just having a hard time imagining that in my ass.
Ash stares at it for a moment, “Is he good with that?” she asks.
“In my very limited experience, yeah. He certainly is.”
“Do you mind if I give it a try?”
“I don’t care at all,” I tell her, “but I also feel like his is the opinion that matters in this case.”
“Yes, of course you’re right,” she says. I have a hard time not staring at her breasts. In fact, I definitely stare a little bit as she talks. They hang from her chest gracefully, with hard, thick, dark nipples that aim toward my belly. “I certainly intend to ask him too, but here in this wing we ladies take the reins if we feel the inclination. I just didn’t want to step on your toes in case you had laid claim.”
“Oh,” I smile.
She turns to him and asks “How would you feel about that?”
“It’s a tempting offer, but I have questions first.”
Ash turns to me and says “I understand, and we’re happy to help. Still, I think you are going to like it here as time goes on.”
I pause while I construct my answer. “There’s… There are things that I like about here.”
“That sounds about right,” he says.
Now my friend halts the flirtation circling between the four of us. He even seizes her wrists in his hands, to pull hers off of his body. I guess that last slap really did snap him back into functional cognizance. “I have questions, remember?”
“Yes, yes. I know,” she sighs softly, “What are they?”
“First, I have to know more about this monster. Is it a legend, or is there someone who can give us a first hand account?”
“Not many, and those who might be able to don’t usually talk about it. Or at all, in a few cases. It’s definitely not a legend. People disappear, and we don’t know where they go. Most of us hope that they just wind up somewhere else either in this world or another. It’s the most optimistic version of realism we can muster on the subject. We’ve never found bodies or any evidence of violence or physical harm, so optimism doesn’t feel altogether unreasonable.”
“That’s good, at least.”
“Yeah. In a grim sort of way that’s something I find a little comforting.”
“It certainly is. In fact, nobody here has ever died, as far as anyone I’ve ever talked to knows.”
“So what happens, then? Do we age naturally?”
“Not quite naturally, but a little bit, I think,” the other Ash says, “It’s definitely slower, though. A lot slower.”
“I guess that’s one nice side-effect,” I reluctantly acknowledge, “But mostly just because it gives me longer to find a way home.”
All three look at me. “That’s… weirdly bleak and impressive at once.”
“Impressive?”
“That you believe you’ll stay so determined for so long. Your conviction, I guess is what I’m impressed by.”
“Thanks.” I can’t help but smile. “I think that actually strengthens it a bit.”
“You are impressive,” my wandering companion tells me.
“Aw…” the plural Ash says in practiced unison.
“Nope.” That’s all I have to say on that matter at the moment, so I steer back toward important matters, “Is there anything else about this monster?”
“Only some pretty wild theories based largely on rumor.”
My sigh indicates disgust, but isn’t with them. “Fine. I guess I appreciate you not giving us that with the same weight.”
“I want to know, though. If we both acknowledge that there’s nothing to support the ideas will you tell us a little?”
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah. Just knowing what people think about it might help.”
“Well, everyone’s account is different. A lot of people say it smells strongly, but in different ways. I’ve heard people say that it smells like petrol, burning rubber, wildfire smoke, licorice root, blood, brimstone, pure alcohol, ‘the crispiness of dry bone and dust’, ‘partly dried cum’, and ‘a poorly refrigerated fish market in record heat’.” Despite the revulsion I feel at imagining everything she just said, I am once again staring at her tits, and getting more turned on by the second.
“There’s even less concretely known about it’s appearance or mobility. Some claim to have seen it fly, but I think those occasions were just nighttime sightings of giant fruit bats. Mostly because nobody was ever taken during those incidents. As far as what it looks like, that’s anybody’s guess. Nobody can agree on it’s shape, even. Most can’t even describe it. I honestly don’t believe anybody who says they’ve seen it first hand. The most consistent thing is we’ve heard described is that it appears as a shape or figure in the fog, or in the darkness. Sometimes another mysterious form in mist or clouds or dust that remains clear for only an instant but in that moment is vivid. Some who see this phantom say it has many limbs or many tails, while others have seen the limbless body of a serpent. Specific things, but ephemeral, and ethereal. Then it fades away after it’s gone, like a dream.” After a substantial pause he says, “Supposedly, anyway.”
In easily suspended disbelief and with a twinge of despair I say “Yeah… I don’t like that.”
Ash looks at me, narrows her eyes, and says “Of course you don’t. None of us do. It would be absurd if you did.” It’s hard to tell if her confusion is sincere or if it is made of sarcasm, but I don’t ask.
Instead, I change the subject. Gesturing around the room I say “So, I have to ask. What’s this thing for?”
“Huh? Ohhh…” Both of them ask in their cute but creepy unison, “You mean the Contraption?”
“Yes. Obviously.”
“It’s a pretty ridiculous story, actually. This guy we called the Tinkerer built it. His name was Tim, but he was a man who deserved a title in place of a name if he preferred. He basically never used this fantastical for its intended purpose. He said it was meant to be an art project, originally. The idea was you would connect the varied cables to different parts of the platforms, each of which would use simple machines to control a device such as a synthetic phallus, the ball in a ball gag, or some other kind of restraint which would each be connected to persons on the surfaces, which he would manipulate using this device in the center,” Ash pointed to the far wall of the room, where there a booth replete with peddles, knobs, and levers stood amid the convergence of cables, like the bow of a ship piercing the heart of a frozen, black sunburst. “It was supposed to make marionettes out of humans, control their voices and then make them sing.”
I have only one thing to say to this. “…Hot.”
My partner in exploration chimes in. “You said that was its original purpose. What is it now?”
“Since this was the prototype the Tinkerer eventually built a larger, more sophisticated system in one of the auditoria. We still use that for performances sometimes. Since then this room has mostly been used as a place to sleep, to fuck, as a venue for some smaller scale kink-theater, and in a particularly shameful chapter of our story, it was used for interrogations.”
“Creepy.”
“Agreed.”
“Oh, you’ll get no argument from us.”
“Yeah, I can honestly think of stronger words than that.”
“Good. But, moving on. What happened to the Tinkerer?”
“He got hunted. What,” Ash turns to Ash, “About eighteen years ago?”
“About,” she says, “But, he did keep saying he was going to retreat to the wilds and become a sorcerer.”
“Yeah, but he was also quite mad by that point. He only had the one syllable of official name. He built a human puppeteering system which ‘coincidentally’ turned out to be perfect for causing tremendous pain and fear if applied in a slightly different way than for great pleasure. Also, he was leaving to wander the wilderness by himself forever, in order to learn the ways of nature’s magic. Actual magic.”
“I’m not saying he wasn’t eccentric. He was just also talented. At basically everything he does. Plus, the week he disappeared was the same week we heard all those explosions out in the hills.”
“Yeah, but–” he turned to me and said, “Sorry. As you can see, this is still a somewhat divisive topic even after so long.”
“But we can move on. It’s really not important right now.”
“Yeah, so, if I may ask, how long have you been here? Your memory must be pretty well in tact if you remember something from eighteen ears ago.”
“It kind of seems like we remember better the further away from us something is. It’s a bit of a reverse from normal life, but the older we get the more relative a term ‘normal’ becomes. We’ve been here for… fifty-two years now. Only had to think about that because I haven’t bothered to remember it in a while.”
“That’s a very long time. And you’re… content?” My voice is filled with trepidation, and concern for my own future.
“I wouldn’t say happy, but content is accurate enough. We’ve more or less gotten used to it. We both spent a few months trying hard to find a way to our respective homes when we arrived, but after we met we started trying to accept where we are and make a life for ourselves. Since then we just enjoy our existence as best as is possible. Most days I like being alive quite a bit.”
“But,” she said, “We do get caught up in other people’s escape attempts now and then. Mostly for entertainment…”
“But we do get our hopes up from time to time.”
“So, if you really think you’ve got something, we’d love to hear what it is.”
“Alright,” I say, “We’ll do our best to keep you in the loop.”
“Thank you, and, if it doesn’t work, I hope you can find the same peace with this place that we have.”
“Thank you. I don’t think either of us is ready for that yet, but thank you.”
“I understand. It makes total sense, and we wish you the best of luck, and we will be immensely grateful to you for literally any progress you might manage. No pressure, though. You won’t be dashing any hopes if you come to us with a false alarm. Now…”
Her pause goes on for a while. My friend says “Now what?”
“Are you ready to play?”
He looks at me, then asks “Do you know where the Tinkerer got the lumber for this project?”
“No,” she says, “He was always evasive about stuff like that. I think he had to have a contact on the outside, but that would mean someone was able to overcome the geographic isolation of the terrain around here.”
“It’s a good question, though. He teased us with the idea that he knew his way out. Cedar won’t grow somewhere like this, so he had to be getting it shipped from somewhere. That’s actually one reason we still have hope that there’s more out there. On top of the building there’s a kind of half floor that we’ve never gotten into. It’s like a secure office or a bank or something. It’s hard to tell with any certainty based on what we can see from the outside.”
“That’s… Interesting. Can you tell us where it is?”
“I honestly don’t remember where exactly. It’s a big, thick, glass door in a wall of bricks. It’s a bit of a pain to find your way to, but now that you know what you’re looking for you should be able to manage.”
“That’s all we really know, though.”
“It’s not nothing. Thank you.”
Now she turns back to us, holding Ash’s very hard length in one hand and asks “How about now? Ready for me? I really love some new cock, but I need something soon or I’m going to crawl out of my fucking skin.” We both shrug in quick succession.
“Yeah, I think I am. I promised Violet that she could do whatever she wants with me this evening though, so you can’t wear me out entirely.” He smiles at me and I can’t help but smile back. I care greatly for him as he is my only link to my wonderful, loving partner, but I am starting to like him for who he is as well.
“This will be fun for me anyway,” I state playfully, “As long as I can watch.”
“Of course you can,” she says, “I wouldn’t want it another way.”
“Good,” I say with an unapologetically foolish grin on my face, “Now you,” I say to the masculine Ash, “You’re mine right now.”
“Yes, madame!” Ash’s voice is dripping with enthusiasm, like an oversaturated sponge.
“Come on,” Ash says as she walks backward toward one of the makeshift beds contained within the Contraption, pulling her new toy by his hair.
The ramshackle furniture they are destined for is not unoccupied. This one is made of four desks which are held in place by bolted lumber. A series of mismatched mattresses are held together in roughly the same way, though their frame is completely exterior to all four units. Large pillows blankets are strewn around the soft platform, along with two humans who seem to be lazily drifting between sex and sleep. A cock in a hand, a nipple in a mouth, a bite here, a caress there. After a moment or two they close their eyes and go back to spooning.
I follow them, beckoning her male with one finger. He comes to me as they are laying down. He stands in front of me, and tries to kiss me. “Not now,” I say, totally unsure of how I feel about that. “This, instead.” I take hold of his shoulders and push straight down, forcing him to kneel. Standing on his knees for a moment, he takes my breasts in his hand and each nipple in his mouth before I force him to sit on his heels. “Lower,” I say with sinister resolve.
“Of course.” He arches his spine backward, curling to the exact height that I need. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that.”
The way his neck stretches and bends to a find a form which best suits my needs and my body… I could get used to this place. It’s like bait left by sirens. Unfortunately, even if I had some wax, it wouldn’t be my ears that need to be filled. That thought is funny, but not really sexy. With another material though, I could make a toy that fit me far more exactly than any cock. That could be interesting… Back to the toy who’s making himself mine right now, though.
With a wide grin curling through my face, I take two small steps to adjust my position as I take my place above him. Nothing happens. I can feel the heat of his breath on my aching clit, but he takes not further action. I look to my right while I wait for him to begin. My companion has his his face so completely buried in her that that I can’t see anything of his face but his eyes. “Some toys don’t work unless you turn them on.”
I get the joke almost immediately, but not before I ask “What?”
“Tell him to start, cutie.”
“Oh,” I say as I realize the obvious. I turn away from her and look down, “Start.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just begins. There is a new wetness on me. First it moves up from the entrance of me, running along the groove leading to my hard, little clit. Just the tip of his tongue runs soft circles around it, drawing nearer to the exposed tip with each orbit. My breath deepens, trying to cool the heat in me from within. I feel blood rush to the skin of me as it begins to flush.
In a moment of sharply ascending pleasure, I bend forward a little and place my hands on the back of his head. In holding myself up I draw him deeper. He responds by sliding his tongue down the part of my labia and curls it upward, nimbly inserting just the pointed tip of it into me. “Mmm… Fuck!”
“He’s good, isn’t he?” says the other Ash. “Mmmm… So’s this one.”
“He is. This sort of trade is kind of fun. It’s almost transactional, which is turning me on–” I pause for a sharp gasp of pleasure, “In a weird way.”
“It is pretty great,” she said, and watched our men for a long moment, “They seem to be enjoying themselves too.”
“Fuck!” I cry out in surprise, as Ash pushes his tongue into me with far more force than I expected him to be capable of. It is so long. I feel like I’ve fucked dicks that were smaller. This is weird. It’s not like when he… or when Viola does it. This is rough, tinged with faux intimacy and forced aggression. Still… I make fists in his hair and hold him to me as I grind against his face. He’s very talented, but to me he is just a toy. The tip of his nose is hitting my clit as he licks the inside of me with unmitigated enthusiasm. He is passionate about this activity.
“He’s good at that, right?”
I nod, and choke on a gasp before I am able to say “Unbelievably so.”
As the pleasure intensifies I need a distraction, so I turn my attention to the scene on the bed. Ash’s face is scrunched up, and holding her breath. She’s turning red, and suddenly emits the shrill tone of failing endurance. She can no longer hold back. He really is good. He’s already making her cum. She gasps deeply and exhales loudly. Her diaphragm is expanding and contracting in full with each rapid breath. Her thighs are clamped so powerfully around his head that what I can see of his face is bright red as well.
I’m hypnotized. When she finally reaches the peak of her climax, she screeches, and thrashes, dragging him about the mattresses by his head. Clear liquid can be seen splashing from between her pussy and his face, lightly drenching the sheets atop the nearby couple. It takes her many seconds to release him even after she stops. For a few moments she just shivers and flinches at random intervals. When she finally is able to unclasp her legs, he gasps so loudly that it gathers attention from others in the room that her orgasm did not.
As Ash cools down he strokes his hard cock while he admires his own work. Simultaneously, Ash drags my focus back to him with his extraordinary talent. When he sees he has my attention, he slides one of his hands from my hip to my ass. An instant later, I feel the tip of his long middle finger press against my asshole. I want this, but I am still very sore.
He makes eye contact with me, and I let him know that I need a moment, but to keep doing what he’s doing. Having recovered a little bit, Ash slithers over to my fellow explorer and coils her body around his, and wraps her fingers around his hard shaft. He gasps in startled delight when she puts the end of it in her mouth. She moans in performative pleasure and everyone in the room knowingly enjoys it.
Her blowjob technique is admirable, to say the least. He’s arching his back and curling his toes, grinding his teeth and crumpling the sheets in his fists. I can’t tell if he’s close to cumming or just really enjoying himself. It doesn’t go on long before she stops, so I don’t get to find out. I’d have liked to see her face (and his) when he blew his hot load in her mouth. The blowjob was just to tease him and to whet her palate as she finishes coming down. As soon as she is ready she sits up and rolls him onto his back, continuing to stroke him with one hand as she does it.
For a moment the legitimacy of this questionable reality fades dramatically and I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. This is still so absurd. I don’t know why sex is the thing. It’s a base impulse, but so are lots of things. As far as I can tell nobody here is violent. Haven’t even seen people eating more than a morsel here or there. This sex though… It feels so fucking good. And they are so hot. The couple next to them has finally been roused, and rolled into a sixty-nine position. They are more than excited. Even with everything else going on around them they are going down on each other vigorously, and not at all quietly. The intensity of wetness in the sounds they’re making almost turns me off, but everybody here is enjoying themselves so much and so blatantly that I’m experiencing their pleasure vicariously.
She sinks her body steadily toward him, not even pausing when he starts to penetrate her. He slides into her perfectly, and when she is done she sits still atop of him for several seconds, piercing him with her gaze. At the moment she begins gently grinding her clit against him, she turns to me and smiles. “You’re lucky to have this one.”
“So are you.” I pause and analyze my statement. “This one, I mean. And to get to fuck that one.”
“We are blessed, even if we are stuck in some winding, purgatorial delirium…”
“If we are in purgatory maybe we shouldn’t be committing mortal sins nigh constantly.”
All of us laugh. It’s a weird sensation to feel the man below me laugh, given his current position and activity. It’s kind of nice, though. I’m getting wetter. It might be hard to tell for a bystander, but I can feel it and I know he can taste it. I look back to the bed for some more visual stimulation. Now she’s gently rolling her hips forward and back while he lays beneath her, relaxed and awash in exquisite pleasure. It looks amazing. There’s a small bit of me that shivers with a twinge of jealousy. It doesn’t exactly bother me, but I’m a little pissed that she gets to have him in her pussy before I’ve gotten around to it. I found him first, after all…
Watching this scene with the tongue below working pleasure unto me is not something I’ve experienced before. Not even close. I don’t even feel like it’s a person between my legs when I’m not looking at him. Of course I haven’t forgotten that he’s a real human with real feelings, but I like thinking of him as a toy, very much. Suddenly a light, rhythmic slapping sound begins. Ash is raising herself off of him and slamming down with enough force to make her ass jiggle in a very appealing way.
Now he’s gritting his teeth against the power of the sensation she is bestowing upon him in pursuit of her own pleasure. He takes hold of her hips and guides her motion. At first she is resistant, clearly wanting to maintain control, but she quickly surrenders as he shows her a pattern of motion she has never tried before. It is working for both of them. I can tell that they are both on fire. For a moment I can see him as her again. Seeing Ash with the partner I’ve lost and the companion I’ve gained sparks a new kind of jealousy.
Once again my thoughts are interrupted as I am struck by how exceptional the Ash beneath me is at conveying this sort of pleasure. His finger is still pressed against me. I look down and make deliberate eye contact with him, then nod gently in the affirmative. Momentarily, when he pushes the tip of his finger inside, I experience a moment of shock. With everything else he is doing to me I am quite overwhelmed. He feels me flinch and slows everything down. Since he is so courteously letting me adjust, I relinquish my still tightening grip on his hair and stand a little straighter.
Pretty soon I’m overwhelmed. His finger is moving inside of me, his tongue is fucking me, and apparently I’ve taken over the work on my clit, though I don’t remember when. I’m going hard, too.
“Fuck, I’m close!” I shout. “He’s going to make me cum. Oh, fuck…”
“Don’t hold anything back,” Ash tells me from atop my companion… my girlfriend? My something. “He’s for you to enjoy.”
That statement is my point of no return. This is one of the things I like about this place – sex on my terms. Especially when that sort of sex is with men. My time here has already fulfilled one dream. Two, if you count my getting to dominate and control that sex according to my whim separately.
I am at the edge. He slows for just a moment to suspend me over the precipice, and looks me in the eye before he lets me fall. My eyes slam shut and in my orgasmic imagination, everyone is touching me. In the room… In the building. No part of my body is exposed for the sea of flesh caressing me. The firm, serpentine wetness inside me is at first a tongue, then a finger, a cock… the tip of a tentacle. Everything in this reality or any other is obscured. I can’t see or hear anything but my thunderous heartbeat. It flashes in reds and blues within the darkness, yet I still feel the same passionate touch I have been bathed in for an unknowable length of time. My muscles clench and I am writhing as I cum.
When the end is near I feel myself constrict within, and start to get much wetter than I already am. I am chasing my breath with all I have but it is very hard to catch. I know what’s about to happen, but I don’t want to tell him. In truth, I’m pretty sure he’ll like it anyway… and, I don’t want to try and talk right now. Not a good use of my focus.
“Fuck!!!” Well, one word seems okay.
It’s not quite like I expected. In fact, it’s not at all typical for me. There is one great, convulsive spasm, one tremendous pulse of hot liquid. My cum splashes across his face. Time remains slow for me, and I can see clear beads of liquid dancing through the air for a moment before they surrender to gravity and fall, running down his face, neck, and chest. Even his hair is wet.
