I woke alone in my bed at the North mansion, feeling completely rested and relaxed. I was so comfortable and at ease that I just laid there completely nude on top of the covers, not wishing to disturb the perfect stillness and peace after having such a wonderful dream.
My attention wandered around the room a bit, not really thinking of anything specific, just letting the objects in the room trigger whatever vague images and feelings they wished to give me.
But when my eyes fell on the tux which I had worn the night before, I jerked up to a sitting position to get a better look, then exclaimed, "Holy Shit! It wasn't a dream after all!"
After staring at the tux for a few more moments, I laid back down and had a good stretch. By the time I had finished, my little buddy was wide awake himself, and I struggled to remember where the twins were that day.
I glanced at the time and found they had they let me sleep in.
"Shit, they've never let me sleep this late. I wonder what's wrong?" I mutter to myself as I slipped over to the edge of the bed and got up on my feet.
As I walked to the door, I started to realize how quiet the place seemed. When I mean quiet, I don't just mean sounds, but symbols too. It felt as if the entire wing was empty besides me, and while I was used to that at the South mansion, I had never experienced it there at the North one.
There was one mind I felt coming closer, and it only took a moment to realize it was grandma coming to join me.
"Good morning, my youngest master," she said softly when she entered the room.
I was flat on my back with my hardon flying high in the air, for she had taken her son's plea of sucking me as something which overrode anything I wished, but first she was going to try it in a way that she felt would please me.
She had used her status as her son's favorite slave to have the first crack at me that morning, and since she knew I expected the twins to suck me off, she was going to attempt to sweet talk me into letting her do it instead.
"I'm as ready as I'm gonna be," I simply said with a sigh. "If you're gonna do it, then let's just skip the pleasantries and get it over with."
"You understand I must do it to please Charlie, don't you?" she said as she crawled onto my bed while shedding the skimpy robe which she had worn.
"Yes," I said, unable to keep my hardon going any longer. "Now suck me quick before I change my mind."
"Yes, master," she said with delight.
Her tongue began slowly lapping the side of my dick, then just as I closed my eyes to try and concentrate on the physical sensations I was receiving, she moved down to my happy sack and licked in a slow and steady motion that was unlike anything I had ever had before.
I kind of forgot about the discomfort I felt about who it was and why she was doing it, finding it resembling the twin's techniques yet having some important differences such as sudden changes of speed. She easily restored my hard on to full size, and kept it there while she cleansed my scrotum with care and built up my cravings and needs.
By the time she had finished with that and returned to my dick, I was beyond the point where it could disturb me, so I sat up and watched her begin to lick off the head of my cock.
I had never seen anyone make love to a cock like that before. While she was constantly increasing my arousal, I wasn't feeling frustrated like when the twins would work me up to hold me on the edge forever. I actually thought to glance at the clock as I laid back down covered with sweat, finding she had spent over twenty minutes on just the steady licking, but now she was slipping her toothless mouth over the crown of my dick's head.
My dad was right when he said it wasn't anything like what I had experienced before. It's very hard to describe what her smooth curved gums felt like moving slowly up and down the shaft of my dick, and the amount of suction she used made me wonder if my grandmother really could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.
Yet all through the steady building of her speed and my pleasure, she never once gave my empathic senses anything to feel but a constant loving need to please. She didn't seem to be aroused by any of this at all, but it sure was making her feel happy and useful again, and I guess that's why I don't regret cumming as hard and energetically as I did.
But I did feel a little guilty once I collected my thoughts and looked down at her still cleaning my dick off. I couldn't help but shudder at what it all meant, then got a hold of myself and considered how to make the best of it.
My grandma felt a little panicked when my hands gently started pulling her up on top of me. She knew I would be very upset later if I lost so much control of myself to fuck her like she thought I was about to do. But she was incapable of refusing such a request and she became very confused at what to do.
When I laid her down on top of me with head just below mine, she was really confused a moment, then relaxed as I gently stroked her naked back and sighed.
She really was a loving and dear woman. Grandma just had different ways of expressing her feelings towards the people she cared about. After all, she had been raised to believe that her purpose in life was to provide sexual pleasure to her owners and their peers, and in many ways she was lucky that her son accepted her ways as he did. She would have never willingly accepted anything but the sex they had as the sign of his never ending love for his mom.
But I was determined that I could get her to accept my love without the sex being involved. And while we laid there nude, my hands caressing her elderly body without either of us getting aroused, I knew I was laying down the foundation towards my final goal.
Eventually she became restless laying on top of me so long, but she didn't want to spoil the mood I so carefully had been building up and offered to try and bake cookies for me which I instantly said no.
I carefully rolled her off me, then positioned myself on top of her with my lips kissing her squarely between her saggy breasts. Even to this day I don't consider my orally pleasuring her to be sexual in any way. I guess I finally understood what my dad had tried to tell me time and time again about how his sex with his mom was not really sex, but love.
I'm not going to go into any more detail of what all we did together that morning in bed, but I will tell you I never got hard, and therefore we didn't fuck. You see, we formed own unique way of expressing our love that wasn't sexual, yet I have no way of explaining why it wasn't when if I did it to anyone else it most certainly would have been.
Eric came over that afternoon to spend the day with us, and he was pretty chipper when he got there since I had purposely sent the limo with Carol and Vicki to pick him up. We were in the middle of mixing up our cookie dough when he arrived, and after sitting at the table chatting with us for a while as we worked, Eric asked if he could go play with the twins.
I told him I didn't mind one bit, then felt it disturb my grandmother for some reason.
"Grandma.. Are you .. jealous of the twins?"
"Jealous?" she said with a surprisingly hostile sound to her voice. "Why would I be jealous of those two pets?"
"They're not pets," I objected. "They're like sisters to me. But you're right. You're not jealous... You feel.. You feel like they are an insult? A personal insult? Why?"
"You wouldn't understand my young master."
"Try me."
She looked at me for a moment, realizing I wasn't going give up without a more thorough explanation and decided she needed to sit down before saying anything more.
"I remember my first master taking me to his special room where all good slaves went to pleasure him. I think I was about three back then, not that I really know. He told me I was his greatest creation, the best of his long life's work, and I would be the mother of an entire new generation of sexual servants that would be his best products to offer the few who could afford his price.
"I suppose he altered my young mind at that point to desire sexually pleasuring him above all else, and from that day on I was one of three girls who he oversaw every stage of our lessons and personally nurtured us as we grew. We loved him and even to this day I think of him as my father even though he always had us call him grandfather. That was an honor in itself since all the other slaves had to call him master.
"We were like princesses among the other girl slaves. They adored us, they quite honestly were jealous of us, and for my entire childhood I never once doubted I would anything else but one of his favorites.
"I was so happy for Courtney when Grandfather announced it was time for her to have her first child. I was nine, and Courtney was sixteen, and Pollyanna was somewhere in between us, but I can't remember if she was two or four years older than me.
"Well, Courtney had twin boys, and Grandfather was very pleased with this. Over the next, oh.. I'd say five years, Courtney had another little boy, then had set of twin girls after that. By the time I was fourteen, Pollyanna was pregnant for her first child, and shortly before I reached the age which I could bear children safely, Grandfather had lost all interest in me and was focusing on the Courtney's oldest twins.
"He sold me a year later, and I was passed around like some common slave. It wasn't until your grandfather accidentally made me pregnant with Charlie did I finally fulfill what Grandfather made me want all of my life. Charlie is my life's work and I don't regret one moment of it. But yet I still feel cheated by those darn twins Courtney had."
She waited for me to absorb all of that, then after I went over her story in my head again, I still didn't see what it had to do with Joy and Honey directly and told her so.
"I thought you knew," she said before cracking a grin on her face. "I suppose it wouldn't make much sense if you didn't know, would it?"
"What don't I know?" I whined.
"They," she said with a surprising amount of disgust while pointing in the direction of where Eric had gone, "are my Grandfather's so called greatest creations!"
"You mean.. Gladius? No.. He's too young. Gladius's father then? He was your.. 'Grandfather'?"
"So now do you understand?"
"Yeah, I guess, but Joy and Honey didn't have anything personally to do with it. They're pretty much innocent."
"Timmy, you listen to me and don't you ever forget this," she said with such force that I shivered. "There is nothing innocent about any of my Grandfather's girls. They are Grandfather's girls first, and everything you believe them to be comes second to that. They can not be trusted."
"But.." I said as my empathic senses blasted the cold hard seriousness of her words. "But they can't control me anymore because I'm empathic, like them. They can't harm me."
"That is what they want you to believe," she said, looking over her shoulder with a sudden nervousness. "Timmy, I have just broken a sacred oath by telling you this. It's an oath which none of Grandfather's girls have ever broken before. Please don't speak a word of this to anyone, not even your father. It would endanger you, me, and whoever you tell."
I stared at her for several moments, finding myself unable to accept that she could possibly know Joy and Honey better than I did, or that there was truly a danger with the information she had given me. But I couldn't deny the unwavering truthfulness I had felt from her, and I knew that no matter what the real truth was, she believed in what she had said.
"There is more," she said, waiting for my response.
I went over and sat down in the chair next to her, peering into her eyes for a few moments before sighing and diving into her mind to prove to myself she had been misled.
But what I found only made me wonder if she did truly know of things which made the twins and even herself a possible threat to me and my loved ones.
Gladius, or at least the Gladius she had called Grandfather, had chosen my grandmother as one of his select favorites because of her mother's and father's strong empathic backgrounds. Courtney was in fact her half sister, having the same father but two different mothers, both having been empathic before Gladius enslaved them.
I understood a lot which apparently had not ever occurred to my grandmother. Courtney had developed her empathic abilities a few years before giving birth to her first set of twins. Gladius had expected Wendy, my grandmother, to develop empathic abilities rather than Courtney because of the way he believed the inheritance worked, but by the time Wendy had reached her sixteenth birthday, he was convinced she would never develop them, and he had been right.
Courtney's twin boys developed their own empathic abilities before they were two years of age, mostly due to Gladius's controlling their developing minds to mimic their mother in the way she thought and felt. The two boys were incredibly powerful by the age of four, and sadly enough Gladius found he could no longer control them and had them destroyed before they turned five.
Shortly before Wendy was sold, she witnessed the twin girls using their combined abilities to control their remaining brother, and I instantly recognized the expression on his face. It was the same one I had seen on Eric's, and most likely the same I had worn countless times myself.
"Why Charlie allowed them to tamper with you I'll ever understand," she said after I finished and sat back to relax and think. "Charlie knows most of it already, but what he doesn't know is Grandfather still has control over every one of his girls. Those two girls would betray him the instant Grandfather wishes it."
"Why are you telling me all this and not dad?" I asked.
"Charlie can't defend his mind as well as you can. I'm afraid to tell him, or let him explore that part of my memory. But you perhaps are the strongest voice I have ever met in my life. Guard this information with every ounce of your strength, my young master. If Grandfather ever found out, he would stop at nothing to make sure no one would ever learn of it."
The buzzer for the first batch of cookies went off at that moment, startling us both. We continued to talk as we finished our cookie baking, but didn't approach the subject again. I wasn't sure what I believed at that point, but just to be cautious, I followed her advice, never mentioning it to anyone else.
Once we had finished cleaning up the kitchen, Grandma went to take a nap while I checked on Eric and the twins. I couldn't help but feel disturbed from the way Eric just sat there mindlessly waiting for Honey or Joy to decide and use him again. Eric's mind was technically asleep, only having the most basic of instincts and emotions controlling his actions, and his emotions were entirely under the twin's empathic control.
Suddenly Eric leaned forward to lick Honey's clit with a slow and steady motion, his actions resembling the twin's own motions as he slowly began working her up to an orgasm. My disturbing feeling fell away as my curiosity grew, and it just suddenly hit me that it was Joy controlling Eric, and she was attempting to lower her twin sister into that deep trance-like state through Eric.
Joy finally noticed me standing there watching them, and after a moment she invited me to fuck Eric's ass. I was tempted, believe me I was tempted, but I decided it would be best to wait until later when he could enjoy it too.
That was the last time I allowed the twins to play with Eric like that. It wasn't just because of my grandmother's warning. I simply realized after Eric came to his senses that he seemed more anxious to "play" with the twins again than ever before, yet couldn't recall a single thing about what he did or why he wanted to so bad.
I found out that evening that my dad had given the twins a new freedom as his combined wedding and eighteenth birthday gift. I just so happened to look out the window as Joy and Honey were stepping out of a limo... with two guys I didn't know. The two well built college freshmen were checking the place out, their expressions displaying the relaxed mood the twins' blow job had given them.
I met the group in the main hall and questioned the twins on what was going on. The argument which followed between me and the two silent seductresses completely bewildered the two young men, for they never detected the twins' replies to my rather loud accusations and threats.
Nevertheless, they willingly followed the girls on their way to the study while I fumed and fussed, damning my father for giving them the freedom to go out and find their own playthings to seed and enjoy.
They avoided me the rest of the day, but woke me in their usual way Monday morning, and I guess they "talked" me into seeing it in a different way. The "discussion" was rather long and tedious, but it basically came down to this.
Joy and Honey had spent most of their life developing their empathic abilities for the purpose of seeding and controlling men for their master's benefit. I was pleased that they had finally stopped considering themselves as the property of my father, and they made me admit that as free human beings they had the right to use their talents as they saw fit.
How could I argue with that? I mean, what right did I have to say my mother, father, and I could use our abilities the way we wished, but they couldn't? Yes, I didn't like how my dad still occasionally brought back a new girl who he had enslaved, and last month I nearly disowned my mother when I found she had "obtained" three male personal "assistants" to help her through the final few months of her pregnancy.
But they didn't mistreat them, and while these people didn't have the choice to be whatever my parents wished, for the most part they were happy with the arrangements and enjoyed the benefits they received while living their own life whenever their services were not needed.
So I gave the twins the benefit of the doubt, knowing they would only use their toys a short while before letting them go and getting someone new. I made it clear I would be extremely upset if I ever found they had seeded one of my friends without my knowledge, then promised I wouldn't interfere in their affairs just like I did with my father.
It was lunch time at school by the time we had all that settled, and after kissing and making up, I suddenly had a flare of guilt concerning the one slave I still had control of.
"Hello, Sandi," I said as the group of girls walked outside after finishing their lunch.
"Tim!" the sprouting thirteen year old said excitedly. "Have you come for me?"
"Yep," I said, noticing how the four other girls were checking me out and even lingering on my package. "I didn't know you hung around with eighth graders. Who's your friends?"
"They're not... Oh.. Oh yeah," she said, catching on a little late.
"I'm Kris," a round eyed brunette said while pushing her chest forward to show off her more mature cleavage.
"Hello, Kris," I said as I took her hand and gave it gentleman's kiss.
"Pam," the meek looking blond said when my questioning gaze moved to her face.
"Nice to meet you, Pam," I said as I took her rather nervously raised hand and kissed it like the first.
"I'm Mandy," the tallest of the five said presenting her hand to me.
"Mandy with the pretty brown eyes," I said with a wink before giving her the courtesy kiss on the back of her hand.
"And you must be Karen," I said before the green eyed light brown haired girl could offer. "I'm glad to finally meet you."
"You know.. about me?" she said timidly before hesitantly offering her hand.
"Only from what Brad has mentioned over lunch. He's all the time talking about his sister and her cute friend who's over almost everyday."
"Oh," she said as I gave her hand a kiss and a half.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Kris asked.
"I'm here to pick up Sandi for her brother," I said simply.
"Why couldn't he come and pick her up?" Mandy asked.
"Because he had a test and I'm on the way back from seeing the dentist," I made up quickly. "Sandi, we have to get going now."
"Yes, Tim," she said automatically, taking the hand I was holding out to her.
The teacher who was on lunch duty nodded his consent as we walked past him, and once I had located the last of her teachers and made sure she wouldn't be missed, I looked over at the curious but patient girl walking hand in hand with me.
"I see you've been quite an influence on your friends. I half expected them to reach out and feel my crotch after I kissed their hands."
"If you like, we could have them come with us," she said somewhat expectantly.
"I don't think so. I sorta want to be alone with you for a while."
As expected, she considered that to mean considerably more than I had in mind, but for the moment I let her dirty imagination explore the possibilities.
I wasn't all that surprised when as soon as I shut my door Sandi began digging my cock out with a skilled hand.
"I've really made a mess of you, haven't I," I sighed after gently stopping her hand's motions. "Sandi, is there anything besides sex you enjoy doing?"
"Oh yes, Master. I love dressing Brad and bathing Brad and doing things for Brad. I also love dressing up for him and teasing him with my body when I'm getting him snacks. And I really like it when he dances with me, especially when we're naked and horny."
"What about your friends? Don't you like doing things with them?"
"I like telling them about how good it feels to give blow jobs and fuck, and whenever I get one of them in the mood I try to talk them into doing things with me. Brad loves it when I video tape one of my friends playing with themselves."
"Isn't there anything you like to do that doesn't involve Brad or sex?" I asked desperately.
"I... I.." she said before concentrating very hard on my question.
"I think I still like reading Nancy Drew, but I don't have time to do that very much. And when my mom takes me shopping with her friends, I almost feel normal. I kind of like that. Is that all right Master?"
"Yeah, you bet it is. That's the kind of thing I was hoping you would say first off instead of having to dig for it."
After a short quiet spell, I asked her, "Sandi, do you still masturbate?"
"Oh yes, Master. I do it whenever Brad asks me to."
"That's not what I meant. Do you ever masturbate for your own pleasure and not for someone else's?"
"Yes I have, Master," she said softly. "But I won't do it any more if you say."
"No.. I want you to do it when ever you feel like it, okay? It's okay to make yourself feel good."
"Thank you master."
"So, what do you think about while you're playing with yourself?"
"I think of Brad a lot, but sometimes I pretend I'm another boy's slave, like one of the boys in my class. And I also sometimes dream of pleasuring you, especially after Brad talks about you."
"Talks about me? How? I mean, what does he say?"
"He's all the time talking about how much sex you have and how great it would be if you would come over and fuck me. We practiced really hard last month to get me ready for your mom's wedding. Brad say's that once you find out how good I am, you might let him train some other girls. Will you fuck me Master? It would make Brad so happy to know you fucked me."
I didn't respond to her question for we had reached my driveway and I wasn't sure how to tell her I wanted to free her from her enslavement.
I pulled up to the front steps then shut off the engine before finally saying, "That depends on you, Sandi. What do you want? It doesn't matter what Brad wants. All I care about is what you want."
"I want.. I want to make Brad happy," she said as I began pulling out the sloppy commands I had placed in her mind two years previous. "I.. want him to be proud of me and love me, and if you let me fuck you and you like it, he would be very happy and proud of me."
"Okay then," I said while canceling the last of the enslaving commands in her head. "Let's go in see if there isn't anything else you'd rather do instead, and if there isn't, we can fuck for a while. Let's go inside, Sandi."
"Yes, Master," she said before frowning.
I ignored her reaction since I knew very well what she was frowning about, but couldn't help grinning a little as hurried to catch up with me going up the steps. She hadn't instantly complied with my order, and that fact was buzzing around her head even more than how she hadn't felt rewarded by calling me master as she should have.
I led her to the study, then gave her simple little tasks that ordinarily any slave would do without being bothered by the tediousness and obvious waste of time they were. I was impressed with Sandi's patience and self control, but when I called her over from turning every pillow in the study exactly half way around, she let out an "Oh good," which no slave would have ever done.
"Don't you mean oh good, Master?" I said with a convincing stern face.
"Oh, sorry, er, Master."
"I'll let it go this time," I said taking her hand and pulling her beside me. "Tell me more about what you like doing."
"Yes, master," she said with a bit of a hesitation. "I think I like going over to Karen's house and playing with her dolls. She has almost..."
She gasped slightly and just barely pulled away from me when I started fondling her left breast through her shirt, but she instantly recovered herself and continued.
"..almost twenty of them and they all have several sets of clothes. One time when she was changing a guy doll and I was changing a girl doll, I had my doll give hers a blow job, and after I told her what that was, I started showing her other things too. Sometimes I pretend Brad is a big doll when I'm dressing him, but he doesn't like me thinking that way about him."
"Is Karen your best friend?" I asked before pulling her shirt up without any warning.
"I, uhh.. I guess so. Ouch. I mean, before I tasted that candy, Mandy was my best friend. But she didn't like talking about sex with boys until after I got the others talking about it, and Karen seemed the easiest to..."
"What's the matter, Sandi?" I said before giving her left nipple another lick.
"I... I don't know. I think something is wrong. Please stop doing that?"
"Don't you like feeling your Master's tongue on your body?"
"I... I..." she said extremely confused.
"Maybe you're just nervous about me finally thinking of fucking you. Brad wants you to do it so badly, and you want to make him happy, right?"
"I guess that could be... it," she shuddered as I licked her nipple again. "It does make me feel kind of nervous, but now it's starting to feel better too."
My sarcasm having backfired on me, I was tempted to go even further with her right then, but I realized to do so would probably just cause her to block out her discomfort out of habit and compound the problem.
"You were saying something about Karen being the easiest. Easiest what?"
"Easiest to.. to talk into trying stuff."
"Like what? Tell me what you and her did."
"I asked her if she ever felt the tingles down there, but she wouldn't say she had until I told her about how I like to play with myself to feel them. After that she would ask me questions like when I did it last and if I had tried anything different that I hadn't told her about before. It took me a couple of weeks before she agreed to let me show her, and a whole month before she would do it in front of me. I got that on video tape though," she said proudly.
"What's the last thing you talked her into doing?" I asked.
"Letting Brad lick her. He was so happy that she finally let him do that. The next step is..."
She was frowning again, so I said, "What's the matter, Sandi?"
"Huh?" she said letting her confusion slip away. "I just was thinking how big Brad is, and how much it hurt when it happened to me the first few times."
"You don't like the idea of Karen going through the pain you went through, do you."
"No... No I don't."
"Does making your brother happy mean so much to you that you would trick your friends into making the same mistakes you made?"
"But... I didn't have a choice after I ate that candy, and they still do... And I'm not tricking them into anything bad. I love the way my brother makes me feel. I want to share that with them, even if means it hurting a little at first."
"So you like having sex."
"Yes."
"You like having sex a lot?"
"Yes."
"Is it just sex with Brad you like? Or with anyone?"
"I... I'm not sure. I think it might be anyone, but I know I love doing it with Brad."
"What about me? Do you want to have sex with me?"
"Of course, you're my..."
Again her face filled with confusion, her expectations and feelings conflicting with each other on the matter of my masterhood.
"Sandi," I said looking into her eyes with compassion. "When I made you a slave, I did it thinking it would help you get better from what those men did to you. I never meant for you to stay so focused on sex that you see it as something you should do all the time. I wish I could have spent some of the last summer with you and Brad. I would have made sure the two of you worked towards having you find other things to enjoy.
"We can't change what happened, but you can still find other things to like besides making your brother happy and having sex. You're as recovered from what those men did to you as you're gonna be, and just you talking to me like this is the proof. You're no longer anyone's slave, Sandi. I've set you free, so it's up to you if you still want me to fuck you or not."
"I'm not yours anymore? What about Brad? Am I still his?"
"No, silly. You're your own owner. You don't have to call anyone master, and you don't have to do what Brad or I tell you to do."
"But.. I can still be Brad's if I want to, right?"
"Well, I guess so," I said a little surprised.
"Good," she said, "Then I choose to be his, and that means I want what he wants."
"You mean, you still want me to.." I said as I reached between her legs and gave her puss a little pet. I figured I didn't have anything to lose and everything to gain, but unfortunately I found that she really did like sex.
So her response was to return the favor plus some, finding her hand slipping into my shorts and pulling my hardening dick out, then playing with it while she ground her young wet slit against my hand.
"You're bigger than Brad," she commented between pants, then suddenly dived to engulf my cock.
She used her throat and tongue on my pleasure rod with expert precision, only pausing a moment when I pulled her shorts and panties off while moving her into a 69 position.
I thoroughly enjoyed giving her lips an enthusiastic yet tender cleaning, then moved on to explore her inner folds. Her shorter height made it necessary for us to stay on our sides as we worked, and after a while my bent back was starting to complain.
So I gave up my end and rolled onto my back, then concentrated on enjoying her unique blow job, finding her younger throat to give her a greater tightness than I was accustomed to.
She popped her mouth off long enough to say "I like your dick," then started to bob up and down quickly a few times before slowing down to a regular pace.
"Why?" I asked, feeling myself getting close.
"Because it's so straight," she answered.
"Is that all?"
"No," she said, before taking it as deep as it could and holding it here a moment, then slipped it back out say, "But it's the neatest thing about it. You also don't have that much hair growing on the base of your shaft, so it makes it easier to slip up and down. Like this."
When she heard my moan during her steady inhaling and exhaling my meat, she knew I was about to cum. She pulled my cock out of her throat and only held its head inside her lips while applying suction and pushing her middle finger against my rose.
Her finger made me shoot a good long stream of cum into her mouth, but it was when I was reloading that my back door relaxed and she sent her finger deep inside me, then caused me to shoot the next load even harder as that same finger stroked my prostrate from my insides.
I can't say I had never had someone do that to me before, but it had been quite unexpected and that made it very good.
I was still a bit stunned when I felt her lips against mine, but accepted the sample she had saved me, finding it tasting different in a good way from being in her mouth before mine.
It was while we were exploring each other's mouths that I believe she started feeling something she hadn't had before.
Control
Not control of another being, but she was in control of the sex. I was letting her do as she pleased, having made no expectations for her to fulfil while attempting to give back as much as she gave me.
When I felt her wetness starting to slide down towards it's goal, I decided I wanted to give her the kind of pleasure she had given me.
I felt her disappointment as I rolled her onto her back, but surprised her by not fucking her like she had expected me. Instead, I began teasing her breasts with my mouth and tongue, adding a shot of my magic touch at random times. I found that her nipples had recently become sensitive, so while she really didn't have much meat on her breast, her moans were good enough to keep me from losing interest.
When she had had enough, she didn't hesitate to roll us over, then gave me a wicked kiss before sliding her extremely wet cunt over my waiting cock.
She really was a good fuck as far as pussy fucking goes, but I thoroughly enjoyed her ass for it was nice to experience a different rectum after having fucked Eric's so much. But after we showered and got dressed so I could drop her back off at school, I knew we probably wouldn't ever fuck again, especially since she didn't have any true feelings for me except appreciating my help, and later for giving her her freedom.