Come
In My Brain
by Sterling
Chapter 3 of 3 Phase III: Ecstatic
Dr. Alan Monroe wasn't a billionaire -- $700 million was as far as he
got, but that was good enough. His was perhaps the most lucrative
patent of all time. Reluctance to submit to back-alley neurosurgery
meant that few treaters tried to work around the patent.
The doctor took stock of life. He had started out in med school eager
to help individual patients. Like many doctors, he became frustrated
that there were many he couldn't help because there were no effective
treatments available. His interest shifted to devising better
treatments. He had devised a depression treatment that made the world a
better place; he had succeeded as very few other researchers do. He
would very likely win the Nobel Prize in Medicine.
His wealth allowed him to engage in substantial philanthropy. Dr.
Meredith Boyd was happy with a humble practice in pediatrics. Her role
in his discovery remained a secret, but he did quietly give her
$5,000,000 as a small token of his appreciation.
When he dated in his early years, it never felt quite right. He was
devoted to his work, but that was only part of the problem. He had
never found a woman who he really liked enough to settle down with her.
He wasn't optimistic that anything would be different if he started
dating again.
Lately he had been having lots of hot sex with girls who craved above
all else his pleasure. But there were professional guidelines.
Sometimes he would have no patients for weeks, and then he sorely
missed that profound sexual fulfillment. Some girls didn't get better,
and that was frustrating. Some tore off their halos and ran away just
as he was working up to orgasm. Sometimes the ones he found really hot
left too soon, and the ones he found boring or tedious seemed to come
back forever.
With all that as background, what was left? He had no desire to hike
the Pacific Crest trail or take up skydiving. He had no interest in
painting or music. Coin collecting was right out. Participating in the
blogosphere or online fantasy games felt empty.
He decided that what he wanted to concentrate on was experiencing
pleasure. The greatest pleasure was sex. He had the technology at hand.
All the patent licenses made it clear they were strictly for
therapeutic purposes. Monitoring to enforce that provision was
effective. But he owned the patent, so he could do as he pleased. He
wanted to explore recreational use.
He decided to contact Maria. Maria stood out among his former patients
for her beauty. As her depression lifted, her intelligence and wit and
kindness had become apparent, as well as her sensual nature. She would
be a senior in college now.
"Hello, Maria?"
"Yes, who is it?"
"It's Doctor Monroe."
"Oh, hi! Thanks again so much for helping me get better!"
"Oh, you're most welcome."
"So, what's up?"
"I wondered if you'd be willing to come back for more treatments."
"I'm doing OK, though when I think of you I've been tempted to fake a
relapse. Is this a research study or something?"
"No." He felt a little fear race through him. He was a grown man, 46
years old, but rejection would still sting. "I'm giving up my practice.
So it's not research. I'm calling because I really liked you and
wondered if you'd be interested in getting some more treatments for
free. Or, they wouldn't really be treatments, they'd just be because,
well, because they feel good."
"Oh, jeez, doctor, I've wet my panties just listening to you. It wasn't
my idea to stop seeing you! Yes, yes, yes! When can I come in?"
Alan didn't spend much time analyzing how women looked, but he stopped
and took the time with Maria. She wore her blond hair loose and it fell
halfway down her back. She had blue eyes, and her face was beautiful in
a way he couldn't really describe. She wore a beautiful white dress
which stopped at mid-thigh.
"Hi, Alan!" she said, hugging him, wiggling her pelvis against him
suggestively. She pulled back and said, "Is this too forward of me?"
"No," he said, looking her up and down appreciatively. "I..." he said.
"I can spot lust when I see it!" said Maria with a laugh. "Where's that
halo?"
Alan handed it to her, but before she put it on, she said, "Maybe you'd
better get out of those clothes before I put this on, so I don't rip
them off you!"
Alan grinned and stripped, and Maria smiled at his hard-on.
Maria put the halo on and her face momentarily glazed over. "Oh God,
it's just the same!" she said. "And I bet I know what you want most!"
she tugged him to the bed, lay back, her dress riding up to reveal no
panties and a wet pussy. She also unbuttoned a top button to reveal no
bra beneath.
"Take me, Alan, and come quick! Right up my pussy! Please?"
She was leading him down the path of his most primal lust, and with an
expression of animal stupor on his face he descended on her, let her
guide him in, and within ten seconds he moaned as he splattered her
inner pussy with his cum. Maria screamed.
He flopped onto his back, dazed with happiness. Maria snuggled against
him and whispered in his ear, "That was so great, Alan, thanks so much
for the sperm! I can feel it wriggling around in me now. Some is
leaking out, though. I love it all."
She started nibbling his ear. It was too much stimulation for the
moment. But he didn't have to tell her to stop. She knew it instantly.
The funny thing was, he knew she wanted to stop even more than he did.
"Should I get up now?" she asked. "In a treatment it would be time for
me to get up."
"Not unless you want to," he said.
"I want to stay, I really want to stay." She smiled at the pleasure he
felt in anticipation.
She undulated her pelvis against his thigh gently and read his
feelings. "You want me to feel happy? Great!"
She rubbed some more, then became aware that his pleasure stopped. This
he had to explain, "It's a little too hard on my thigh," he said.
"Oh," she said, "Sorry. Would you like to lick me? OK, I guess not,"
she giggled, feeling his pleasure drain at the prospect.
"I feel kind of guilty that I don't really feel like putting my mouth
down there. Aren't men supposed to?"
"Not all! And with this halo on, there are so many other ways... How
about your finger?" She smiled as she sensed his excitement with that
idea. "Here, let me show you just how it works for me. Every girl is a
little different, you know."
She could of course tell that he was OK with that, and he found himself
giving her slow, delicate strokes just the way she liked.
"What is it?" she said after a couple minutes.
He was embarrassed to admit it. "Guess I don't have many secrets from
you, do I? I'm feeling inadequate that I'm not making you come."
"Oh, Alan!" she said. "It feels great; I sometimes do this for an hour
at a time."
He kept calm after that, happy to give her pleasure in the moment, but
with his relaxed attitude, she did come five minutes later.
By then his cock was hard again, and she was ecstatic as he took her
from the rear.
After they lay a while, she said, "I can tell this isn't so much fun
any more. Would you like me to go?"
"Well, would you like to go out to eat?"
"I'm not sure, but I can tell you don't really want to. It's sweet of
you to ask, though. But ... do you want to see me again?"
He gave a big smile, and she smiled back.
So they met at least a couple times a week, whenever she could get away
from her college classes.
One day as they lay in afterglow, she said, "Something's not quite the
way it was."
"It's wonderful! I'm very happy."
"Yeah, I know, but that extra special something is missing."
"Well, there is that special thrill when something's just starting."
"Yeah, that makes sense. But what could we do to make it more special
again for you -- and therefore for me?"
"Let me think," she said. They already knew he loved to suck her
nipples and was happy to get some oral sex from her, but only as a
prelude to the real thing. She went through a list of things they
hadn't done. She could tell what he thought about them. "Anal... nope!
Tying me up... nope. Lacy underwear... nope"
"Maria, this isn't fair!" he said. "It's like you're reading my mind.
Take that halo off!"
"Why not read your mind?" she said. "You want me to be happy, don't
you?" she said with a soulful pout.
"Well, yes, of course..."
"OK, then, let's see. Spanking me... well, maybe a little. Porn
videos... no. Another girl. Wow! You want another girl!" She thought a
moment. "But where does that leave me?"
"Well," he said, tentatively, "I do have more than one halo."
"You want me to watch? Yes! Or her to watch? Yes, but not as much. I
guess you guys can never get enough women, can you?"
He shrugged guiltily.
She brought up her Facebook account and had him look at some of her
friends. She discovered that he really didn't like big boobs that much,
and preferred his girls on the slim side.
"Stacy, I've got the coolest thing. How'd you like to join me for a
threesome?"
"Why?"
"You know about that sex treatment for depression?"
"Yeah, sure. Say, you had that a few years ago! It really helped you,
right?"
"It saved my life," Maria said. "But now the guy is doing it just for
fun."
"That's kind of selfish of him."
"Not really. Not at all, actually. I mean, he does have fun... He
chose me."
"I'm not surprised, you look like a goddess."
"Well, thanks, but he likes you too. We went through my Facebook
friends."
"So I should do it with you guys just because he likes the idea? I
think I'd feel kind of like a slut."
"Well, you would get to wear one of those halos," Maria said, "and
there's no way you can feel like a slut once you've got one of those
on."
"I thought that was hype."
Maria looked at her friend with a serious expression. "No, Stacy, it is
not hype. That I can guarantee you. Say, you can come along, and you
don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"Well, OK," Stacy said reluctantly.
"You have contraception?"
"I won't be needing contraception. But yeah, I'm on the pill."
She smiled inwardly, having a strong hunch that Stacy would change her
tune once the halo was on.
"Pleased to meet you." She looked at him with a sexual eye. He had
hints of gray in his brown hair and a kindly face. His body was average
-- all in all not bad.
"Here, let me fit you with a halo. You are up for a halo?" he asked.
"Sure," she said. "I think so."
"You can take it off any time you want."
Stacy had worn a dark blue dress, with bare legs and sandals. Her hair
was shoulder-length and black, and her eyes dark brown. She wore just a
touch of make-up.
Alan stood in front of her, and as soon as the halo settled into place,
she felt a tingling -- a sort of wonderful itch.
But as he turned to walk to the sofa, the tingling faded. She wanted it
back.
After he was seated, she felt it again as he looked at her face. She
felt a little additional surge as his eyes glanced briefly down to her
breasts, and again when he looked at her legs. His eyes naturally
glanced at the spot just below the hem of her dress where her legs came
together.
She not only knew he found her sexy, she felt it herself. Her pussy was
rapidly engorging and lubricating. She sat up and pushed her chest out
so her breasts were more prominent, and his excitement surged more.
"So, which dorm are you in?" he asked.
"Franklin," she said dreamily.
"You want to tell me about your courses?"
"No," she said vaguely, "not really." He was focused on her body. It
sure was sexy through his eyes. She slid her dress slowly up, and as
more of her legs were revealed beneath the retreating hemline she felt
a wave of pleasure and desire.
She took hold of her dress, preparing to lift it over her head, but
paused for a moment. What was she doing stripping in front of a total
stranger? "Do you mind?" she asked, confused.
"Not at all, Stacy, not at all," he said, smiling. "You mind if I
undress too?"
"No!"
The dress came off over her head, and she felt his excitement ratchet
up a level. What would excite him more? She quickly unfastened her bra,
and as it fell she could feel his lust rise higher. Deep down, his
excitement called for the relief only orgasm could provide -- and she
wanted it too. She would never ordinarily want sex before at least half
an hour of foreplay. But she was feeling his lust, not her own. Her
pussy was engorged and dripping as if they had been making out
passionately for a half hour.
He stripped out of his clothes quickly and she saw his engorged cock.
She guessed easily enough that removing her panties was what he wanted
next.
"Oh, God," she moaned under her breath. What next? Some guys loved oral
sex, so she lowered herself to her knees, but felt his pleasure drop.
Apparently that wasn't what he wanted.
If he didn't want that, there was one other prime candidate. "You want
to make love?" she asked him, staring at him urgently.
He nodded.
She walked around the couch and lay back on the bed, legs spread. He
approached her slowly and slid his hands up and down the inside of her
thighs, pausing at the top to brush her pubic hair.
"It's so hard to wait," she pleaded. "Can you get into me now?"
"Now you know how guys feel," he muttered as an aside, then leaned over
her, cock approaching her opening.
Was it possible? That when she was with a guy, through that whole half
hour of foreplay he was suppressing his desire to get into her pussy?
That didn't matter now. She was the one who usually wanted the
foreplay, and she knew she wanted that cock up inside her right away.
He slid in with a satisfied sigh, and she enjoyed feeling the fullness
of his meat inside her. She loved his back and forth, but she also felt
his urgency. What he really wanted was to come.
"Oh, you can come any time! I'd love it!"
"Say, 'Fill my pussy with sperm!'" he said playfully.
She felt his thrill as he said it, and she instantly followed with her
own, "Fill my pussy with sperm!" Deciding to be creative, she added,
"Fuck me, Alan." She was rewarded with excitement, "Fill me with it,
Alan, shoot the sperm out of your huge wonderful cock!" The itch was
almost unbearable, "Now, please?"
Then she felt his orgasm build and his penis swell inside her, then the
overwhelming release of pleasure as he ejaculated. She couldn't feel it
inside her, but she knew it was happening and as always she loved that.
But that was all overwhelmed by his pleasure as he continued to pound
her hard. She felt his urgency slide into mellow satisfaction as his
orgasm faded. He pulled out and lay on the bed beside her.
She wanted to snuggle with him, but he apparently preferred just lying
side by side holding hands. She enjoyed both halves of the afterglow.
After twenty minutes she felt a little itch build within him as she
also saw his penis expanding.
"What would make you most happy now?" she asked him.
"Oh, you are so nice to me," he said.
"You want to get it in me?" After the briefest hesitation, she said,
"Wow, I guess so! So how? Same as before? Or from the rear? Want me on
top?"
"Just turn away from me and lift your top leg and I'll fuck you that
way."
"'Fuck', huh?" she asked.
"Oh, well, yeah, make love."
"Nah," she said. "Fuck is right," she said. "I've never liked that word
before, but that's what it's feels like and I love it!"
As she spoke she assumed the position he had suggested.
He said. "Arch your back."
She felt his excitement build as she did exactly what he said, and
followed him through a minute of long, deep thrusts before she felt his
climax once more, once dimly through her own body sensations, and once
vibrantly through his experience.
The room wasn't much bigger than the king-sized bed, but that was fine
because everything that happened in that room happened on the bed.
All three girls wore pastel skirts and silky button-up blouses. But not
all the buttons were fastened. There were no bras or panties. Each of
the girls lounged demurely on the bed, watching him reverently.
There were some preliminaries before the girls were allowed to don
their halos.
Alan knelt on the bed, his torso upright. He raised his eyebrow while
looking at Maria, and she scooted over and caressed his half-hard penis
before enveloping the tip in her mouth. He hardened quickly.
"OK, present yourself," he commanded, and the girl instantly whirled so
her rear end was facing Alan. He flipped up her light green skirt and
slid his hard organ into Maria. She wasn't totally wet, but he liked
the feeling of a little extra friction. Once the girls had their halos
on, every pussy would be very wet. He insinuated himself to the hilt
and a little farther, feeling his tip bump into the end of Maria's
pussy. Symbolically, she was now his.
He pulled out and motioned with one finger for Stacy to approach.
"Present!" he commanded her as well, and her rear end appeared before
him, barely covered by the pink skirt. He surged into her up to the
hilt as well, owning her. Beverly got the same treatment.
"You may put on your halos," he said.
"Thanks, Alan," the girls whispered, eagerly fitting the rings over
their heads.
"Beverly, spread!" he said, and the girl presented herself in the
missionary position, looking at him hungrily. The time to hide her
pussy was over; now it was time to expose it, and so her wide-spread
thighs pushed the light blue dress out of the way. He reached inside
the unbuttoned top to find first one delicate breast, then the other.
He was going to fuck Beverly, but the other two had roles to play as
well. At his direction, Stacy knelt above Beverly's head with legs
spread partway, hand up under her dress moving rhythmically. Maria
knelt beside him at his left, bending over him as his position allowed.
She rubbed her breasts softly against his shoulder, nibbled his ear,
and stroked his hair with her hand.
"Your dick is so big," she cooed. "You want to bury it in Beverly's
twat? I can tell she'd love that... " It slid in. "Oh, she took the
whole thing! I can tell it feels so good, going back and forth. Her
pussy's meant to take your cum, and she's ready for it any time you
want to spurt it out... Oh, you're fucking her so hard, she loves it.
She's ready for it!"
Beverly looked at him expectantly with adoration as his thrusts jiggled
her head. "Yes? Yes? Yes?" she repeated softly, eyes fixed to his. Then
"Yes!" as his huge thrust pressed her farther up the bed than ever
before. All four people on the bed yelled out their simultaneous
pleasure as Alan's body deposited globs of semen just where it would
need to go to make him a daddy.
When they were done panting, Maria said reflectively, "That's really
nice, but it's not quite as exciting any more. What can we do to make
it even better?"
Beverly had a friend Michelle who Alan found especially sexy. He had
never met her but had seen still pictures and video.
Alan had asked Beverly several times to get Michelle for him, but
Michelle had a boyfriend and was true to him. Alan was unhappy that he
wasn't getting his way, and he determined to fix that.
The "volume" of the mental transmission was something that could be
adjusted. As a cure for depression, the volume was turned up fairly
high, to jolt the depressed girl's mind. It also formed a bond to the
doctor, and the volume needed to be turned down gradually. For
recreational use he had used a lower setting. Now he turned up the
volume on Beverly's halo and fucked her soundly for four days in a row,
coming in her each time to create the bond he wanted.
"Every time I see you, I think of how much I want to do it with
Michelle, and that is now getting to be an unpleasant reminder. If you
can't convince Michelle to join us, I think I've seen enough of you."
"I've asked, over and over. She won't do it!"
"Well, then we're through."
"Just for that? It's not my fault!"
"Sorry," he said.
Beverly looked at him coldly. "Fine, OK," she said. "It's been fun."
"Bye, Beverly."
"Bye."
But two days later she got him on the phone.
"Alan," she pleaded. "I can't stand being without it. I've just got to
get it from you!"
"Well, why don't you find a boy your own age to do it with you, or
masturbate, perhaps?"
"I've tried," she said miserably. "I get orgasms easily enough, but
none of them are good enough. I need you!"
"I secretly got my friend Sasha to come on strong to Michelle's
boyfriend and he slept with her. Then we made sure Michelle found out,
and she broke up with him."
"Well, great!"
Michelle was every bit as luscious as Alan thought she would be. He
fucked her over and over again. The other girls didn't mind, because
Alan found her especially hot, and his pleasure from doing it to her
was greater than when he did it to them. They were content to be
present in supporting roles as long as they got to experience his
orgasms -- secondhand but amplified.
It was easy enough to cure a girl of addiction. He simply turned down
the volume again and let her have several "normal" sessions. So he
cured Beverly of her addiction, and once cured she left again. He told
her she was welcome to stay, but she was still resentful that he had
pressured her into getting Michelle. With the addiction cured, it was
just like any other fun thing in life that you stop doing. You miss it
for a while and then move on.
Alan got Michelle addicted in case she decided to quit before he was
through with her. She never knew it, though, because she was an
enthusiastic participant and came back each day -- or twice a day --
for more.
Sometimes coaxed along by addiction withdrawal, his girls got him a
steady fresh supply of beautiful, sexy young women. Mostly his girls
were highly motivated to help anyway, since novelty meant that extra
little thrill that they craved so much.
The breeze gently stirred the tops of the pine trees far above. Through
the gaps in the pines Alan could look across the valley below to the
higher mountains that receded in ridges, the most distant ones
snow-capped. The sun shone on the field of spring flowers nearby.
Butterflies traced their erratic patterns. It was very pleasant -- and
it was novel.
The inflatable bed occupied a level spot under the pines. Maria and
Stacy lay facing each other, on their sides, hips undulating, their
little patches of pubic hair rubbing against each other. Anne and Nancy
lay on their sides, top leg raised and finger thrusting in and out of
their pussies. He had humped vigorously into each of those pussies not
many minutes before, but he had a different home in mind for his sperm.
Lying flat on her back on the silk sheets was Rose, legs spread wide in
eager anticipation as his cock plowed in and out of her urgently. He
would have guessed she was 13 at most, but they all swore she was 16
years old. She was slender, her breasts small but shapely, her hips not
too wide. Her big blue eyes were the most notable feature in her
gorgeous face, her loose light brown hair below her halo spread every
which way, some nearly hiding one breast. She was especially beautiful
as her urgent expression begged for him to ejaculate deep inside her.
And her hot, wet and tight pussy gave him the intimate sensation his
cock craved. He lunged and spurted. All the girls squealed or moaned or
shouted as his orgasm shook them.
Halos gave the most intense pleasure when transmitting sexual
excitement, but they worked at other times too. Turning up the volume
while receiving his orgasms was addictive, but turning it up at other
times just made Alan's lesser pleasures also very rewarding.
Michelle had some skill as a cook and used it to his advantage. Wired
up with her halo, she got to experience just how much Alan liked her
cheese souffle, scallop gnocchi, or chocolate mousse.
The girls adored the pleasure Alan gave them, and they adored him as a
person because their pleasure came from him in the most intimate sense
imaginable -- straight from his mind. Girls were eager to serve him
even when they weren't wearing halos. They vied for the pleasure of
doing his laundry, cleaning his house, or serving him snacks whenever
he wanted them. He got back rubs and massages. Four of the girls found
they shared a talent for singing, and performed barbershop quartet
music as well as more serious classical fare. Most of the girls
performed these labors of love naked or scantily clad, as suited his
whim.
Stacy sat with Alan, zooming through a slide show on the computer in
search of anything that would add novelty to spice up Alan's sex life
and give that little extra pleasure that the girls all craved so much.
Stacy had on her halo to measure his reactions directly.
The picture of a girl of perhaps five years old came up. She was
decent, but her legs were spread suggestively beneath her little dress.
Alan quickly pushed the mouse button to move on and pushed it a few
more times for good measure.
"What was that?" Stacy asked.
"Oh, just a passing reaction," Alan said.
"No, no, I don't think so. Let's go back."
Stacy reversed direction until the suggestive little girl picture came
up. She studied his face as he looked.
"Why, you dirty old man!" said Stacy.
"Look, this is embarrassing," Alan said sheepishly. "I'm not really
attracted to them, and we hardly want to be abusing little girls!"
"Oh, but Alan!" cooed Stacy, caressing his cheek. "You wouldn't deprive
us of the excitement you'd feel, would you? I mean, we'd find a safe
way to do it."
"What are all the other girls going to think?"
"The other girls will be terrifically excited, if this turns out to be
as much of a turn-on as it seems for you."
Stacy took the lead on this new project. Their first step was to
recruit Sally, mother of five-year-old Zoe, a girl that Alan found
especially alluring. Sally had heard of the fantastic pleasure afforded
when Dr. Monroe invited a girl to join him. She was a woman of 33,
lucky to be tapped at that advanced age.
Alan ejaculated inside Sally for five days in a row with the volume
turned up.
Sally's hunger showed in her eyes as she faced Alan.
"I really need it, Doctor! I'm going crazy for more. I masturbate over
and over and over again, and I get orgasms but they're never good
enough."
"I could arrange for you to have more from me. You are a sexy young
woman, but as you may have heard, I crave novelty. And after five times
you're not really new any more. But you could help me."
"How?" asked Sally eagerly.
"Your daughter, Zoe."
"Zoe! She's only five! She couldn't possibly... Oh, that is
disgusting!" she said, rising.
"Hold on, hold on, I'm not suggesting I have sex with her. She
shouldn't even see me or any of the big girls naked. Here's what we
have in mind. We've built a pair of rooms side by side. There's a
king-sized bed against the common wall in each room. We'll have a
one-way mirror between the rooms, so we can see her but she can't see
us. We'll be nearly in the dark, while Zoe's room will be lit brightly."
Sally was listening.
"Then we give Zoe a halo. And then, alone in the room, she might try
different things and if she finds things I find exciting, the halo will
reward her."
"I don't know..."
"You certainly liked the halo. You'd like your daughter to feel that
kind of pleasure, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, but now I feel like I'm addicted."
"We'll be sure to give her a milder dose so that doesn't happen to her.
It will just be a really fun experience. She may want to do it
repeatedly, but she'll adapt when it's over."
"I don't know..."
"If you think about it, you can join us all in an hour and wear a halo
while I do it with a new girl."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Well, OK, I'll think about it. But for now my answer is no."
Zoe sat on the bed, legs crossed and white dress smoothed down. She
looked fascinated and smiled as she got used to the sensations coming
through her halo. But she just sat.
Alan and the girls watched through the window. Alan's arousal was
steady, enough to fascinate Zoe but not enough to move him into
full-blown sexuality.
Stacy made herself decent and went out into the corridor and from there
into the other room. She whispered something in Zoe's ear and returned
to the darker room with Alan and the other girls.
Zoe pulled her dress up to expose her panties. She suddenly stopped,
startled at the surge of pleasure that went through her halo as Alan
feasted his eyes.
"What did you say to her?" Alan asked quietly.
"I just said that if she tried naughty things with her body she might
be pleasantly surprised. I think she's finding I was right."
Zoe wasn't being taken advantage of sexually. She couldn't see any of
the naked people looking at her, and no one had suggested she do
anything sexual except in the vaguest terms. She had a girl's natural
curiosity about her body, and she was just exploring it by herself.
When you play with yourself, some things feel good and some don't. She
was getting some very pleasurable feelings through her halo. She might
suspect but hadn't been told that there were people on the other side
of the mirror. What did it matter if action and pleasure were linked
through the hungry eyes of a man lurking behind it?
As Alan's reaction to seeing her panties stabilized, she rose and stood
on the bed, wiggling her hips back and forth, then raising the dress to
present her panty-clad butt to the mirrored wall. She turned and held
the dress up to show the front of her panties. Zoe of course felt just
how exciting Alan found it.
Hoping that being less and less modest was going to help her feel even
better, Zoe whipped off her dress and wiggled her hips as she turned in
a circle, showing her panties from every angle. She then faced the
mirror, up close, and very slowly pulled them down until her slit came
into view. She paused due to the wave of pleasure surging through her
brain as Alan gulped at the sight, but continued until she was naked.
She plopped down on her butt with legs spread wide and began pressing
and poking around at her labia.
Alan said quietly, "Michelle, I need you now! From the rear!"
The big girl instantly presented her butt while looking through the
window at Zoe. Alan mounted her from behind and filled her pussy with
his cock.
Zoe paused as she got a surge of pleasure unrelated to her actions. But
then she spread her labia to show what was inside and was rewarded with
Alan's relayed excitement. Zoe rose again and stood at "parade rest",
legs apart a fair amount, and fondled her pussy parts. Her hips began
thrusting slowly.
Alan began humping away in Michelle, building to what all the adults
suspected would be an intense orgasm. Then Zoe got an evil little grin
on her face and touched her hands and knees against the mirror, leaning
on it. She then thrust her pelvis out and kissed her little pussy lips
against the glass so they deformed a little, then drew back and thrust
again and again, kissing the lips against the glass. Her lips left a
little trail of moisture.
Alan seized with orgasm. He shouted as he dug his fingernails into
Michelle, holding his cock way deep inside her as it spurted rivers of
cum. The girls all shrieked. Michelle fell over sideways, while Alan
held on tight and fell with her, keeping his spurting prick tight up
her cunt. Through the glass they were aware of a higher pitched squeak
as Zoe fell away from the window and landed flat on her back on the bed.
Zoe was frantic to repeat that experience, and during the next session
tried every exciting thing she could think of. Alan's pleasure
plummeted whenever she did anything with her anus, so she quickly gave
up all explorations in that direction.
They recruited Carly, also age five, who was also delighted to get such
good feelings for showing off her private parts. Then the two girls
were left in the room together, and the erotic possibilities
multiplied. For some reason Alan found it very erotic when they simply
kissed, though guided by his pleasure their simple kiss turned into a
lengthy, passionate one.
The girls hugged and made humping motions against each other, licked
each other, found out that they had pussies which led into their bodies
and poked fingers into their own and the other's.
Novelty was the order of the day, and they did not stick with
five-year-olds. Alan was particularly fascinated by girls right on the
cusp, girls whose breasts had just started growing and whose pubic hair
was just coming in as fuzz.
Ten-year-old Lynn was in that category. Alan's arousal had a stronger
effect on her than most girls. She sat with legs spread wide facing the
mirror, rubbing until her clit stood out boldly. She pushed one finger
into her pussy, then another, and guided by Alan's excitement she
punctured her hymen. The blood tempered Alan's excitement momentarily,
but she was soon back at it.
The next day the girl was once again thriving on Alan's pleasure as she
shoved all five fingers up her very wet pussy. Then she did something
no girl had ever done before. She stopped and walked out of the room
naked.
Stacy rose to investigate, but the door opened and Lynn burst into the
grown-up section.
"Lynn, you're not supposed to be here!" said Stacy and the others.
Alan turned away, shielding his cock from her view
"You should go," said Stacy, but with less conviction as she picked up
Alan's feelings.
Alan was transfixed staring at the naked adolescent right in front of
him, watching him instead of him just watching her through glass.
"But he really wants her," whispered Michelle.
"Oh, yes," said one of the others.
"Look, this is illegal," said Alan. "She's got to go."
"Oh, I don't know," said Stacy. "What do you think, Lynn, what do you
think of Alan? Do you want to be here?"
"Yes!" she said, squirming with the excitement that all the girls felt.
"I think Alan really wants to have sex with you, the naughty man," said
Stacy in a low voice. All the girls felt the pulse in excitement that
confirmed how very right Stacy was.
"It's illegal! It's not right!" said Alan, trying to take command.
"Do you want to have sex with Alan?" Michelle asked Lynn.
Lynn nodded enthusiastically.
"I think all people should be able to make their own decisions about
their bodies, including girls," she said. The other big girls murmured
their agreement.
"But I can't..." Alan said weakly. He backed away as Lynn approached.
"You don't have to do anything; just lie there," said Michelle.
"No!" said Alan, wriggling away.
"Look, we'll hold you down so you don't have any choice," said Stacy.
"Good idea," said Maria, and they held Alan down on his back.
"See, now nothing that happens is your fault," said Michelle soothingly.
Alan didn't actually struggle very hard against his captors. But since
he was now free of guilt his excitement soared as the big girls helped
the young girl rape him. He watched in fascination as the girl with the
hint of breasts and just a touch of pubic hair shuffled over to him,
walking on her knees until she was over his pelvis.
"What do I do now?" she asked meekly.
"Oh, I'll show you," said Michelle. "Lift a little higher ... there!"
she said, guiding Alan's cock tip to Lynn's virgin but sopping pussy
opening. "Now squat ... hold yourself up with your hands, like that ...
OK, down..."
Lynn's tissues bent inward as Alan's prong pushed at her. Suddenly her
labia parted and his cock tip slipped inside. All the girls gasped with
Alan's intense excitement.
"Now, up and down," said Michelle.
Lynn's first attempt bent Alan's cock the wrong way, but she was
instantly aware of her error and she quickly corrected it. "Wow, he
likes it!" cried Lynn when she had her motion adjusted to maximize
Alan's pleasure.
He was very excited as the girl impaled herself on him over and over.
Alan was feeling great pleasure, but as the minutes passed it seemed he
wasn't progressing towards the orgasm they all craved.
"Poor man," said Michelle. "I know it's terrible that she's taking
advantage of you like this," and the other big girls all smirked.
"Let's make a deal. It's a robbery. She'll let you go if you just tuck
a little sperm up her pussy. You give up the sperm and she lets you
go." Turning to Lynn, she asked, "What do you think of that?" They
could all feel Alan's further excitement.
"That sounds wonderful!" said the 10-year-old.
Michelle turned to him and spoke soothingly, "Let it go, the little
thief really wants your sperm."
They felt a little itch in Alan along with the pleasure. "A little
faster," Michelle instructed Lynn.
"Please give it to me," begged Lynn, body damp from the exertion of
moving up and down. "Way up deep inside me?" After a pause, she gave a
little smile and said, "I bet it won't hurt too much to give it to me."
All the girls looked at her and laughed out loud at her joke. Alan felt
his cock bulge at this delightful bit of personality she revealed.
Smoothing his hair back, Stacy spoke to the poor man. "It's her first
time," she said as Lynn lurched up and down strongly. "You wouldn't
want the poor thing to feel she wasn't sexy enough to make you come,
would you?"
She had a point there. Alan was on the edge. He eyed the little girl
above him, legs spread wide, impaled on him and fucking him so nicely.
It was magnificent. And she was working so hard. Her pleading face was
the final trigger. He arched his pelvis upward, raising the whole girl
six inches as his overwhelming desire to go in deep seized him. His
vision fogged over in ecstasy as he shot his male fluids up inside the
sweet young thing.
All the girls shrieked and twitched. The virgin Lynn started to fall
over. Alan freed his hands quickly from his distracted captors and held
the girl's hips firmly. She wasn't going to get away until he had
finished delivering his ejaculation.
All four big girls, one man, and one little girl all lay in a
post-orgasmic daze. Every nipple was erect, every pussy dripping. The
big girls were dripping with one kind of fluid, but the little girl
oozed two.
Lynn pleaded with him to do it again, and he gave in. Having sex might
traumatize Lynn -- though it was hard to believe -- but having it again
wouldn't make it much worse. So over the next few hours he did her
missionary style, from the rear, on their sides, and missionary again.
A shifting cast of big girls reveled in his pleasure.
"There are so many of us, Alan. Even with your latest refinements we
can't broadcast your pleasure more than ten feet, and it's pretty weak
out that far. You don't like more than about six girls in the room with
you. We can put three or four over in Zoe's room if they squeeze in
tight, two in that crawlspace under the floor, but that's about it. And
you don't find it easy to have more than about three orgasms a day.
That's a theoretical maximum of 36 each day."
"Yeah, so what can we do?"
"I think you should get rid of some of the girls."
"No! I've already parted with a half dozen I didn't want to. In fact, I
miss Vicky so much I'm going to see if she'll come back."
"Vicky might be coming back?"
Stacy asked with some exasperation.
"Yes."
"OK. Well, you could make some of the girls wait three days between
receiving one of your orgasms."
"No, you know how sad they get when they have to wait that long."
"They'll get used to it."
"Would you like to go to every third day, Stacy?"
Stacy opened her mouth to speak but shut it again, looking abashed.
"No," she said quietly.
"Alan, what about slowing down the pace of new girls? Do you really
need a new one every other day?"
"I'd rather have a new one every single day, if I could."
"You could let them go sooner. You keep them around an average of three
or four days each."
"You don't know how many of then I want to keep forever."
"OK, OK," Stacy said.
Alan had moved over next to her, and now he cupped her right breast
with his left hand as she spoke. He didn't want to be arguing with this
sexy girl.
She didn't either of course, but felt it her duty. She smiled and put
on her halo.
"There's one other idea," she said. "You remember how three of your
temp girls told us they'd gotten pregnant?"
"Yeah. We told them to have contraception."
"Right. But how would you like to deliberately impregnate some of them?"
Stacy smiled as she felt the surge of Alan's excitement.
"Um, how do we arrange that?"
"Some girls kind of like the idea; we know that. Even though they know
that you give pleasure from your implant, not some magic power, they
still feel like you're wonderful and want to have your baby. There are
some girls who'd love to get into your bedroom as new girls but don't
make the cut. We could offer to let them in once if they'll time things
and come in right when they're fertile."
Stacy smiled. "I can tell you like these ideas," she said. Alan felt
dazed.
"Another thing we could do to get volunteers is offer some money to
girls who have your babies. Like $50,000, as a small token of your
appreciation. And if all else fails, there's always addiction," she
said.
"No, I couldn't get a girl pregnant because of addiction." He stopped.
"Oh yes, you could," smiled Stacy.
"Listen, I don't do everything just because I find it exciting!" he
complained.
"True, true," said Stacy. "But that?"
Alan smiled sheepishly.
"Good," she said. "The way it might help our problem of too many girls
is that you might find you can come four times a day instead of three.
Desire to impregnate can be a very strong enhancement to men's sexual
response, they say."
This family had flown across the country for this rendezvous. The five
of them gathered with him in the living room.
"Alice, this is Alan, your daddy," said Olivia, sitting on the sofa.
Four-year-old Alice hid her face in her mother's chest, but peeked out
and smiled shyly from time to time.
"They all look like you," said Julia.
Alan was touched to meet a few more of his children in person. He had
nearly a hundred, and received plenty of pictures and videos of his
young ones growing up. His regular girl Rebecca had experience with
video editing and producing, and blended the best scenes to make
beautiful movies for him.
The one-year-olds Ashley and Alexa were much more outgoing than their
big sister, and Alan took turns admiring the dear little things as they
crawled over him, smiling and babbling and exploring.
"Say hi to your daddy, girls," coaxed Julia, smiling. After a pause,
she said, "They don't understand, of course."
Alan was enjoying the girls but was distracted by the lovely Julia,
wearing her plaid skirt, sitting across from him and angling her legs
now and then to surreptitiously show him her panties as she gave the
occasional flirtatious glance.
"OK," said Alan, rising, "Ready?"
"Yes, let's do it!" said Julia. "See you soon," she told the others,
stopping to ruffle the hair of her daughter Ashley.
Julia followed Alan down the corridor to the one bedroom, while the
others all went into "Zoe's room".
"Now we all wear these special crowns!" said Olivia, fitting each of
the girls with a halo.
All three girls smiled and looked around, not sure where those little
happy feelings were coming from. Alexa for curiosity took her halo off
to investigate, but when the feelings stopped she jammed it back on in
a hurry.
"What is it, mommy? What feels so good?" asked Alice.
"Your daddy -- that man -- is going to make another baby brother or
sister for you in the next room. He's going to make it in Julia's
tummy. You all get to feel just how he feels when he makes it."
"It's gonna feel good like this?" Alice asked.
"Oh, much, much better," said Olivia.
"Don't you want to feel it too?" asked the girl, noting that Olivia
wasn't wearing a special crown.
"I'll get to feel it tomorrow morning when I go in that room." He did
most of his breeding first thing in the morning, when his balls had had
all night to prepare for fathering a child. "He's going to make a new
baby in me too! For now, I want to just watch you girls when you feel
your new brother or sister being started."
Julia had more in the way of breasts and hips than Alan's ideal type,
but he was coming to appreciate these women more and more as he
impregnated them. Those large naked breasts that jiggled with every
thrust were just meant to feed the little baby, those wide hips ideal
for pushing his son or daughter out when the little thing was ready to
meet the world. Aside from Julia, he had in the room with him that day
just two lovely young women to further arouse him playfully and
encourage him with the breeding. He suspected a couple women were under
the floor below with halos on, though he didn't care to know the
details about that (there were actually six, squeezed in like
sardines). The girls reported that when he was impregnating, his orgasm
had a thrilling solemn quality of conquest thrown in.
His cock had found its home in Julia's luscious, hot, slick and
slightly grainy pussy. The latter delicious detail was one he
encountered in many of the women he bred, a little fertile-period
enhancement designed to coax more sperm out of him. He loved the
prelude to impregnation so much that he resisted the pleading of
Julia's pussy walls for several minutes.
Of all the men available to her, she had chosen him, and opened herself
up totally so he could be the one to father her child. She would have
done absolutely anything he asked to get that load of sperm up her
pussy, but in fact all she had to do was lie there with legs spread
wide. Her face was slack with the experience of his building ecstasy as
her halo did its job.
He occasionally glanced at his three daughters smiling in the next room
as they experienced his lusty pleasure. Alice had her hand up under her
dress, not sure what those unfamiliar feelings were. Olivia took pity
on the little ones and removed their diapers so they could explore as
they wished as well.
Olivia had made the grade for impregnation five years before. She had
explained that she knew she was a lesbian and hadn't intended to ever
let a man into her pussy, but it felt like the right thing to do when
she was accepting his sperm to make a baby. The mysterious whitish seed
should be delivered the natural way. Besides, Alan didn't provide semen
for artificial insemination. If she wanted Alan's baby she had to let
him fuck her -- and she desperately wanted his child. She had a few
friends whom he had impregnated, and the children all seemed especially
beautiful, charming, and intelligent. So he had taken her virginity
(with respect to males) in the same act that started her baby. Three
years later she married Julia, and they both wanted babies. Alan had
taken Julia's virginity as he impregnated her. Now they were going to
expand their family to five children.
He reflected on all this as he held himself at that delicious level of
pleasure just below what triggers orgasm. In the next room he could see
his three daughters with eyes closed, legs spread wide, and a little
fluid oozing from between each pair of legs. He imagined them older,
thrusting their little labia against the glass, and decided it was time
to make even more of them.
He crossed the line into the orgasm sequence and pounded away, ecstasy
flooding every brain except Olivia's. Ecstasy peaked as the
inevitability phase stretched on for a few seconds before he lunged
deep into Julia and his prick delivered his clots of seed right onto
her cervix, pulse after pulse. The three girls in the next room
twitched as they lay on their backs, Olivia looking on with a reverent
smile.
Number four for that family. Another son or daughter in nine months. He
would come four more times that day amid piles of nubile girls and
young women, then as he slept his balls would prepare another big load
for delivery up Olivia's cunt to start number five. It would be number
six, actually, since Julia had had two eggs waiting for him, not just
one.
Alan had sex with a wide variety of girls and women and enjoyed it all
immensely. But there was one idea he kept mulling over, and finally
decided it was worth mentioning.
"Michelle, I've got something I wanted to discuss with you. Without a
halo."
"Sure, Alan.
"Michelle, you know I feel a special little bond for you, something
extra."
"I'm honored," Michelle said. It wasn't a total surprise, since he
fucked her more often than the others and gave her some of the nicest
clothes and jewelry. The other girls were a little jealous. "I like
that little extra," she said with a softer tone.
"I'd like to do something special with you I haven't done with anybody
else."
Michelle waited.
"I feel just great with all this sex I'm having, all of you girls going
into ecstasy as you help me meet my every sexual whim. But there's one
thing I'd like to try. I'd like to feel that amplified sex too. To know
something about what you girls are feeling."
Alan shifted in his chair. "I'd like you to get an implant too, so I
can wear a halo and receive the pleasure you get."
"Oh," said Michelle. "Can I still get the pleasure you feel?"
"Sure, sometimes. We can switch off. But one other idea is to have us
both hooked up at once."
"That sounds cool. But, does the implant thing hurt?"
"It is some fairly major surgery, but the techniques have been refined
quite a bit since I had it done. I'll pay for it, of course."
Their first experiments were for just the two of them, without any
other girls "listening in."
Alan licked Michelle's pussy. It had never been his favorite thing, and
he had had no occasion to do it when his girls got so much more
pleasure from what he felt. But now he felt every stroke of his tongue
met with a surge of happiness in his brain. He had discovered that this
slow motion, right on her clit, just firm enough, was giving her
intense pleasure. Her moans and little pelvic wiggles told the tale as
well. With just a few more licks, it built, built more ... then he
experienced the first female orgasm of his life... it was longer than
one of his. He kept licking and it went on and on for thirty seconds.
Then he felt a little irritation blend in with Michelle's pleasure, and
he knew it was time to stop.
His cock had been very hard as he had gotten her pleasure, and when she
came, he had spurted semen onto the sheet. He had felt himself spurt,
but the pleasure that had caused it had been all Michelle's.
"Oh, wow," he said.
"You liked it?" Michelle said, her body glowing.
"Oh, yeah, it is so cool. So -- feminine."
"I'm so used to it I forget how urgent and sharp yours is, which I
guess is masculine."
Each of them wore an active transmitter, and each wore a halo. They
were set to different frequencies so each received the other's
transmissions but not their own.
They weren't sure what would happen, so they had set the volume low.
As Alan's cock glided into Michelle's pussy, they both felt the normal
pleasurable sensations of genital stimulation.
"That is so nice," Alan said.
"Mmmmm," said Michelle. "Fuck me, that's good."
As Alan's in and out motion went on, he said, "But something's not
right with the halo, somehow. It's like an itch that's not being
scratched."
"Yeah! I feel the same way, but I didn't want to say anything."
"Let me try increasing the volume a little," said Alan, reaching over
and turning a knob.
"That's nice, but somehow it's even more of an itch," said Michelle.
"Yeah, same for me... Just a little higher..."
Alan nudged the knob, then released it and gazed at the beautiful woman
laid out beneath him.
There was still that itch, so he buried himself to the hilt. Then he
felt his pleasure build, but it kept building, as if there was a tidal
wave coming.
He felt Michelle's pussy squeeze him hard and felt her orgasm start.
His cock expanded and his ejaculation began as he rhythmically pulsed
inside Michelle. But he felt her transmitted orgasm, plus the echo of
his own, and the echo of each echo. His pleasure kept building.
He roared and was dimly aware of Michelle screaming. Mostly what he
felt was pleasure, doubling and redoubling. His whole body convulsed
and twitched. It felt so good! But it was also a little frightening.
Suddenly it stopped, and when he looked he saw that Michelle had
managed to tear her halo off. He took his off and they collapsed side
by side, chests heaving.
"Oh ... my ... God," said Michelle, managing a word between each
heaving breath.
"I'll ... say!" managed Alan.
As the pleasure faded, Alan felt the stirrings of another itch. He had
felt a pleasure intense beyond imagining. Now he felt his body planning
for how to get it again. He had the instinct that soon he would do
anything, absolutely anything, to get that pleasure again. His rational
self was dimly aware that that could be a very bad idea. He imagined
putting those halos back on and turning the volume up higher. It was so
tempting -- and dangerous.
He reached behind Michelle's ear and found the small chip containing
the serviceable parts of her transmitter, and he yanked.
"Ouch, what are you doing?" Michelle said, trying to get away.
But Alan held on hard enough and the chip came away. He hurled it
across the room.
"But Alan, that felt so good! Why did you do that? Let me put it back
in and let's put our halos back on!" she said.
"We can't," Alan managed, but he wavered. The addiction rose in him.
They probably could, he figured. Maybe he should go look for it. His
cock was getting hard again. To feel that pleasure...
Instead, he hit the emergency button. Stacy came to the door quickly.
"Stacy," he said, clinging to his rational self. "it's too addictive.
We can never do it again! Keep us apart!"
But then the addiction possessed him and he turned to his mate. "Oh
shit, Michelle, let's look for that chip, what was I thinking? I'm
ready to do it again," he said, his cock hard.
"Yeah, let's find the chip and get those halos on again," she said.
"Here it is! Help me put it in."
"OK," said Alan, fumbling and finding the socket behind her ear.
"There!"
Stacy looked on, dumbstruck.
"OK, back to the bed! Here's your halo...", Michelle said.
Stacy saw Alan turn the knob up, pegging it at 120. They never went
above 100, even when they were trying to get someone addicted. She
remembered what Alan had said just as she had walked in, those first
few sentences. It was too addictive, he had said. Stacy had a decision
to make. Reaching behind the transmitter, she found some wires and
yanked hard. One popped free, then another.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Alan shouted, "I didn't say you could do
that! OK, we'll fix that later... let's hook up the spare transmitter,"
he said, heading out of the room to get it.
Stacy screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help!"
"What are you doing?" Michelle asked with annoyance.
Rebecca came running, then Nancy. "It's too addictive. Alan said so
before he gave in. Get her out of here!" Stacy hissed. And the two
girls manhandled Michelle down the corridor. She was a small woman, so
they could control her despite her thrashing.
"Hey, where are you taking her!" Alan shouted, returning with the spare
transmitter, but the two girls were already in Rebecca's car and
pulling out of the driveway.
"Are you crazy?" Alan asked. "That felt really good, and we were going
to do it again! I need to do that again!"
"You told me you were addicted, Alan," Stacy said.
"Oh, did I say that? I must have been joking. It's not addiction. I
just really want to do it again."
Stacy shook her head.
"You're fired!" he said. "You and Rebecca and Nancy. I never want to
see you again!"
They were afraid he might rough them up physically, but he didn't.
Fortunately, the withdrawal phase was as short as it was intense. Alan
apologized profusely and felt awful. He lost interest in sex.
Over two days, the girls told him in increasingly urgent terms that
even if he didn't feel like sex, they were counting on him. Alan
rapidly went back to his former ways.
Michelle had her $90,000 operation reversed, removing her transmitter.
They avoided each other for a few weeks, but then Michelle asked to see
him, and he relented.
They stared at each other. "Guess that wasn't such a good idea!" Alan
said.
"Yeah, but that was the most amazing thing we shared. Do you still
remember it?"
"Well, of course --"
"I mean, do you keep reliving it?"
"Yeah, I do," he said. "I don't know if we should ever do it again the
normal way. What if it got retriggered somehow? In your brain?"
"Yeah, I kind of know what you mean. But I can't stand leaving you."
Alan got thoughtful. "You know, I've thought that too. I can't stand it
either."
They gazed at each other.
"You know what I think?" said the young woman.
"What?"
"I think I should never wear the halo again, but I think we should have
a baby together."
Alan was surprised but excited. "Yes!" That felt just right. Something
to honor that experience they had shared. Something that honored that
tight bond between them. "Let's get married! As many babies as we can!"
"Yes!" said Michelle, and they leapt into each other's arms.
"But could I be true to you? Without messing everything up?"
"Don't be ridiculous! Nothing's going to change that way. You've got to
keep doing all the girls." She stopped and smiled gently. "We've got to
keep you happy -- and them."
They began kissing then, without halo and without Alan's transmitter
turned on.
Sweet kisses gave rise to breast sucking. As Alan licked her clit, he
remembered how it had felt the one time he had done this while she
transmitted to him. When he moved to insert his cock into her pussy,
Michelle remembered the dozens of times she had felt his pleasure. In
two minutes they came the old-fashioned way, from the sensations in
their own genitals.
They married, consummating the marriage several times for the benefit
of the guests -- all current or former beneficiaries of his emanations.
But not much changed in the basic routine. The other girls grumbled
that Alan made love to Michelle once or twice each day, and they had to
make do with indirect stimulation. They did admit that there was an
intriguing sweetness to Alan's feelings when he was having sex with
her. Michelle convinced Alan that she still liked novelty and among
other things encouraged him to find pairs of little girls to watch in
the next room.
The two had a total of two boys and three girls, who were dimly aware
of what went on in those two rooms separated by the one-way mirror but
were never hooked up with halos.
Every night, when the day's sex was over, Michelle and Alan slept in
their own private bedroom, facing each other on their sides, bodies
intertwined, nibbling each other with sweet kisses at bedtime, in the
morning, and whenever one of them woke in the night.