As she walked into the house, Margaret Parker greeted her at the door. “Going to take a little nap sweetie?” she pleasantly asked.
Before Chrissy even thought about how coincidental the question was, she answered, “Yeah, must be all the desert air.” Then the question dawned on her and she just looked at Margaret who greeted her with that heartwarming smile.
“Well, you rest good, sweetie.” And with that Margaret left for another part of the house.
Chrissy, trudged up the stairs to her bedroom and entered, reaching for the buttons on her blouse as she closed the door. As she stood by the bed, slowly undoing her buttons, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length floor mirror at the other side of her bed. She paused at her top button, and then sauntered over to stand in front of the mirror.
Chrissy stared back at the 25-year-old woman looking back in the mirror. She cocked her head to the side as she surveyed what she saw. The blouse she was wearing had flared out at the bottom allowing a peek at her midriff and she nonchalantly placed her hands on the flat of her stomach and let out a sigh.
Chrissy was not what you would consider vain, but she let out a sigh at what she saw and then became aware. ‘Aware of what’ she thought to herself. She just glanced over her shoulder to see if someone else was with her, and then when not seeing anyone she turned back to look at herself in the mirror.
At her ears she heard very, very softly, “Chrissy, you and Eric have been chosen. Do not be afraid. Relax. Enjoy. Be at peace.” To her it was almost like a breath of air, it was so light, could she have been imagining. The next thing she noticed was the weariness she had felt had lifted as suddenly as it had fallen. She felt alive. Actually, she was starting to feel horny. And it started at her feet and was working it’s way up her legs like a flush.
She glanced in the mirror and traced the line of her neck with her fingers. She flicked her hair back from her shoulders. She let out a low, almost animal moan as a wave of erotic heat hit her. The next thing she knew was standing in front of the mirror with her arms held out from her sides and she couldn’t move. Actually that wasn’t entirely right; she could move her head and her eyes, but the rest of her was just motionless. She didn’t feel pressure. In fact she almost felt weightless just standing there in front of the mirror.
She also realized that she wasn’t afraid. She was almost—almost expectant. That was it. She was at peace. She felt calm. She was just waiting. For what she didn’t know, but she really wasn’t concerned. ‘Should I be?’ she thought to herself.
Then she felt it at her ears, yes, and at the nape of her neck, and also at her shoulders. A faint breath, like a lover would give just before a kiss. She closed her eyes for just a second and reveled in the sensuousness of the moment. ‘Oh, yes that felt so sexy’, she thought. She let out a little whimper, then glanced in the mirror.
She didn’t know what she expected to see, but there she was, and she even thought she looked hot herself. Then she noticed it, not really felt it at first, but the top button of her blouse came undone, seemingly by itself. The blouse parted at her shoulders and slid down of it’s own volition. The next thing she saw was it flying to land on the rocking chair placed by the big picture window.
Again she wondered, ‘Should I be afraid?’ but she knew she wasn’t. She was becoming rapidly taken up in the feelings that she was having. She felt a rush of heat, not just warmth, but heat flow into her womanhood and she let out a little moan. Just then she heard her bedroom door open. She couldn’t turn her head enough to see, but she could just make out the figure of Mrs. Parker enter her room.
Margaret Parker went to the rocker and pulled it aside, removed Chrissy’s blouse and threw it on the night stand then took a seat in the chair. Chrissy had a fleeting thought that she should be concerned, but again, all she felt was peace and comfort.
“There’s nothing to worry about sweetie. You and Eric have been chosen by the keepers and they will not harm you. On the contrary, they will treat you very, very well.” Margaret was starting to remove her blouse as she spoke very softly.
Chrissy found she couldn’t speak, she could only moan and whimper, but she didn’t care. Not that she was an exhibitionist either, but she just didn’t seem to have a care in her body right now.
“You see, Chrissy, Harold is having a conversation with Eric right now and when Eric gets back you will have such wondrous things to talk about. Our time has come to move on and get on with our life. We have had so much to fill us, but we now need the time to ourselves.” All the time that Margaret was talking she was removing her clothes. Her blouse, her bra, her long skirt. She was definitely making herself comfortable, and all the while she was talking and disrobing, Chrissy was being adorned with breathy little kisses and caresses.
Chrissy was hearing Margaret, but she was also so caught up in the sensations that were coming at her. She heard rather than felt the zipper on her pants go down and then a tug and her pants hit the floor and then went flying to hit the bed. She thought she could hear little gasps and sighs, but she knew she was probably wrong.
“Oh yes, honey,” whispered Margaret, “they are very pleased. You will do well by them.”
If Chrissy could have she would have probably shook her head and frowned but just then she felt her panties slide down her legs and a rush of air hit her sparsely hair-covered mound. “Ohhhhh,” she was only able to sigh “Ummmm.”
She felt the heat rise to her face and in the mirror she could see the redness spread across her face and chest. She could see Margaret in the background now standing by the bed, and her hair, which Chrissy had always seen in a bun, was now flowing luxuriously across her shoulders and back.
‘My god,’ thought Chrissy, ‘she’s beautiful.’ Sure enough standing there totally in the nude, Margaret didn’t look so matronly now. In fact, she looked rather exotic. Her skin didn’t appear to have a wrinkle at all. Her tits were full, with large nipples and they didn’t sag at all. If Chrissy were to guess, she would have thought her to be sixty or so years, but her body certainly didn’t look it. The only thing to really give the appearance of age was the gray streaks flowing interspersed through her hair. As Chrissy continued to appraise her apparent host, she also noticed that Margaret didn’t have a speck of hair on her pussy. In fact she looked as pure as a newborn babe. Chrissy felt herself becoming even more aroused as she looked.
Then Margaret who had just let Chrissy’s eyes have their fill, began to lay on the bed as she said, “Sweetie, the keepers feed off of our pleasure and sex. They depend upon our arousal and in return, they give us strength and vitality, and yes, maybe even a bit of lust. But you will find completeness and satisfaction in their care. In all of the years that Harold and I have been serving, we have never once been sick. In fact we have never wanted for anything and our love for each other as well as others the keepers bring us only grows.
“But as with all things, we are getting older. It takes more energy to feed them, and they in turn have to feed us more to be able to sustain themselves. It’s kind of like a symbiotic relationship. They need us, but they give us what we need to be able to feed them. But time takes its toll on all people.
“Sweetie, you wouldn’t believe how old Harold and I are even if we told you, but we know it is time for us to see the world that we have been sheltered from and in reality we are looking forward to it.
“Now, hon, you just relax and enjoy what they are going to give you. Don’t mind me here, they have giving me the honor of feeding them one more time. Honey don’t be embarrassed either. The more you give in to what they have for you, the more strength and vitality you receive and the more they are fed.” And with that she lay her head upon the pillows and started to caress her skin around her breasts.
During all this time, Chrissy was hearing and storing the information, but the sensations she was feeling were not letting up. In fact if anything they were becoming more intense as she felt not only light breathing, but she was sure she could feel gentle little kisses taking place over her legs, stomach, back and butt cheeks. Margaret’s explanation gave her reasons for what she was feeling even if a lot of questions remained unanswered, but it certainly helped relieve her mind of any thoughts of fear.
Whoever these keepers were or where they came from would just have to be answered at a later time. Right now, Chrissy was only intent upon the sensations she was feeling spreading over her whole body.
Along with the kisses and she did recognize them as just that, warm, moist kisses, she also felt as if dozens of hands were caressing her all over. Actually, all over –except- in the places she was starting to feel a need for touch. As she closed her eyes, she didn’t need the view of the mirror now, she could feel the arousal rise and ebb. She knew that she was getting wet between her legs. Every once in a while, she could feel a breeze, or breath, lightly for sure, but there was no mistaking it; and when she started to concentrate on the sensations in another part of her body, that breath would reassert itself and she would gasp with the pleasure it was giving. She knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that her cunt lips would leak more moisture every time she’d receive that breath.
She was basking in the pleasure of the moment and as she sighed she opened her eyes and for a second what she saw astounded her. She was no longer in front of the mirror but actually over the bed, floating probably about two feet suspended above the covers. Margaret was on the bed to the side of her and all Chrissy could imagine was that Margaret was enjoying the same attention, as Margaret’s chest was heaving with heavy breathing. Chrissy hadn’t heard it before but Margaret was moaning and whimpering very obviously in pleasure.
It was actually turning Chrissy on all the more. Here she was floating above the bed, she could feel kisses and caresses all over her body, her cunt was flowing juices, her body was flushed and right in front of her was a beautiful woman, in the arms of ecstasy. Chrissy had a hard time comprehending. Emotionally it was almost overpowering. Chrissy herself started to moan just watching and then Margaret looked up with, with what? All Chrissy could imagine was that there was a world of pleasure and joy and fulfillment behind those eyes.
Margaret was gasping, but she was able to blurt out, “Hon, you’ll never want anything less!”
Then to her amazement, Chrissy watched as Margaret’s cunt lips flared open. Chrissy could see her engorged, and large, clit as Margaret’s pussy opened up. God it almost looked like she might give birth. Then Margaret began to buck up, as if forcing herself up to meet something. Margaret’s face flushed, she moaned and started to whimper, not quite crying, but definitely in pleasure, her arms went up to wrap around something, and her legs went up and wrapped around what Chrissy could only surmise was a male form. Margaret was bucking up and down on the bed and thrashing.
Margaret was almost pleading, “Yes, oh yeeeessss, don’t stooppp, yesss, yesss, ohhhhh goooodddddd, ohhh yoooouuu feeeeell sssooo gooooodddd. Giivvveee itt tooo meee!”
Chrissy was enraptured. She had never witnessed anyone other than her husband in the throes of ecstasy. As she was watching, her body turned in the air and slowly descended to the bed, right next to the beautiful woman writhing in ecstasy. Chrissy really didn’t feel the pressure of the bed on her back. She just assumed she was lying there. The next sensation she felt was her nipples were being sucked. It was so weird! She couldn’t see anyone and yet it was unmistakable what was happening.
Then, while she was concentrating on her nipples with amazement, someone planted a kiss right on her pussy. A kiss? Hell no, that was no just lips, that was someone’s tongue that just took a swipe at the juices flowing between her legs. Chrissy let out with a long howl that sent shivers up her own spine and her back arched up as if to plunge her pussy on the mouth doing the deed.
Heat run from mound up to her tits where she felt two sets of teeth give her nipples a little nip. ‘Oh god,’ she thought, ‘how much pleasure can I stand? I DON’T WANT IT TO STOP!’
Her hips began to squirm and move, her legs were spread apart and as she felt the tongue start to flick at her clit, she swore she could feel other lips and tongues going up the inside of her thighs. The tongue at her clit was making little circles around the engorged member. Teasing, was the thought that came to mind? Every once in a while, it would feel like a light little nip that would cause her to tense up and let out a little gasp. ‘How could heaven be better than this?’ she thought.
She felt waves of pleasure. That was the best she could think of, was that they were waves of pleasure going from her legs, up over and through her cunt, and feeling like they were leaving through her nipples. Her nipples were more engorged than she had ever seen. In fact, to her they looked like they might have been sticking up a half to three quarters of an inch. AND SENSITIVE! God they were so sensitive. Every time she would feel a nip or a suck on her nipples it would be like a shot of electricity pulling at her cunt. It would feel like whoever was doing the sucking was trying to suck her cunt up and out of her nipples.
Then right when she felt someone or someones kissing the insides of her thighs and the person kissing and tonguing around her clit; the someones who were sucking her nipples, nipped them with, she could only imagine teeth, and the someone at her clit sucked it into her mouth that’s when she felt her insides exploded!
She began bucking and thrashing on the bed; her legs were flopping around spasming. She felt wave after wave of pleasure, unimaginable pleasure course through her body. It felt like it started at her toes and came out her head with her body stuck in the middle. She was gasping and breathing heavy, she thought she might pass out again and just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore she felt the lips lock onto hers and felt a tongue press for entrance. She moaned upon the tongue and flicked at it with hers, she grabbed the other tongue and hummed and moaned while holding it in her mouth. Her eyes opened and for the fraction of a second she was startled to see Margaret over her kissing her so passionately.
Chrissy had never had an experience with another woman. Eric had been her one and only lover until she had come here. Her mouth continued to probe Margaret’s mouth and she didn’t care, she was so lost in the pleasure and excitement of the moment. That is what allowed her body to calm. Her arousal hadn’t calmed, but her bucking and thrashing ceased as she let this older woman embrace her so intimately. Margaret’s kisses were so sweet and warm and moist. Chrissy could imagine herself falling into this other person. She had the sensation that if she could she would just meld with her and become one with her.
Chrissy’s breathing calmed and she found herself caressing and holding Margaret. The kisses she was feeling were so different than that of the keepers. She could see and touch Margaret. She knew she could return the pleasure. With the keepers, she felt them pleasure her, but she had no sensation of whether they were receiving pleasure from her, she could only assume.
Chrissy had this wild thought enter her mind as she continued to respond to Margaret’s kisses. She wondered what it would be like to go down on another woman as the keepers had gone down on her. As if reading her mind, Margaret removed her lips from Chrissy’s but didn’t stop kissing her. Instead, she started planting kisses on Chrissy’s chin, then on her neck and was continuing downward.
Chrissy’s breathing started deepening again with the anticipation of what was happening or with the prospect of what was going to happen. Margaret went down and with one hand cradling one of Chrissy’s breasts, her lips secured themselves on the younger woman’s other nipple.
As Margaret sucked on Chrissy’s nipple, the young woman moaned and said, “Ohhhh, goddd, Margaret I’m getting so hot—ho- hot again!” When she realized she said that she gasped in surprise. “I want you please, let me kiss you, le-le-let mee taste you pllleeeseee.”
Margaret moaned with Chrissy’s nipple in her mouth and then started to shift her body around. She continued to lay a trail of kisses down the young woman’s abdomen heading for the beauty of her younger cunt.
Chrissy grabbed Margaret’s legs and pulled them to her and then up and over her as Margaret kneeled with her own cunt inches away from Chrissy’s lips. Margaret leaned down and gave a lick to Chrissy’s mound and sniffed. She could smell the young girl’s arousal and it sent a rush of warmth flooding into her own pussy.
She leaned over and planted her lips on Chrissy’s cunt and moaned out an “Ummmmmm.”
Chrissy could feel Margaret’s lips and then her kisses and then, ‘oh mercy’, she thought, she felt the older woman’s more experienced tongue probe and lick. Chrissy couldn’t hold any longer and she pulled Margaret’s hips down to her so that Margaret’s pussy was even with her own mouth. Without a trace of timidity, Chrissy plunged her own tongue into Margaret’s love channel and as the first traces of Margaret’s juices touched her tongue, she moaned and hummed and licked and flicked. She pulled Margaret’s hips to her so that her cunt was right on her mouth and the only thing supporting Margaret was Chrissy’s face.
Chrissy had never tasted anything so wonderfully naughty. Oh yeah, she had swallowed Eric’s cum, but it was totally different. She thought that with male cum you have to get used to the taste, but this, this beautiful female nectar could become addictive.
As she continued to experience the joy of Margaret’s womanhood, she caressed and squeezed Margaret’s butt cheeks. Margaret’s hips were moving back and forth trying to burrow deeper into Chrissy’s mouth when Chrissy took Margaret’s cheeks in both hands and spread them. Chrissy’s finger started to inch towards Margaret’s puckered sphincter when the older woman let out a groan into the younger woman’s cunt.
Margaret’s arousal was causing her cunt to flow and Chrissy was surprised at how much wetness Margaret produced. Then just as she was getting into the rhythm Margaret sucked Chrissy’s clit into her mouth flicked it with her tongue. With two of her fingers, she spread Chrissy’s pussy lips and plunged her fingers into the opening. Chrissy felt as if someone had shot a small jolt of electricity through her clit and then—her hips jerked up to Margaret’s mouth and Chrissy moaned into Margaret’s cunt.
Another orgasm hit Chrissy, not as strong as the earlier one, but pleasurable non-the less. She returned the favor and sucked Margaret’s clit into her mouth and imitating Margaret, plunged two fingers into her cunt. Margaret’s cunt let loose with a gush of female cum, and when it hit Chrissy’s tongue it was like a stimulant. Chrissy started bucking and jerking, her tongue lapping at Margaret’s pussy trying to collect all that she gave so as to spill not a drop. Chrissy’s legs jerked and tensed, they held on the Margaret’s head, and Margaret, every bit experienced stayed on for the ride.
And then as quickly as it started it was over and Chrissy slumped with exhaustion. Margaret removed herself from the position she was in and turned and laid next to Chrissy. She cradled Chrissy’s head in her arms and gave Chrissy a gentle kiss on the forehead. With her other hand she gently caressed Chrissy’s stomach and just under her breasts and quietly whispered, “Shhhhh,” into her ear, “there, there.”
Like a mother embracing her child, they laid in that position for a few minutes until Chrissy’s breathing had returned to normal. Then, gently removing her arm from underneath the young woman’s head and leaning over to give her another kiss on the forehead, Margaret said, “You rest up dearie. Eric will be back in just a bit and you will have a lot to talk about. Harold and I have some arrangements to make.”
Chrissy watched as Margaret gathered her clothes and put them back on. Before, Margaret went out the door, Chrissy looked at her and said, “Thank you, Margaret.” Margaret looked back at her and simply smiled.
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Eric no sooner got through the bedroom door then he had to reach out with his arms and brace himself. Chrissy had launched herself at him and planted kiss after kiss upon his lips and neck and face.
“Oh, Eric I can’t tell you how much I love you. You’re my whole world,” she breathlessly tried to say, “and I don’t ever want to let you go.”
Eric held her to him as he spun around returning the kisses passion for passion. He tried to pause for a second and say, “Listen babe, we have to talk.”
“Oh yes, ohh yess, we have sooo much to talk about. I have to tell you about my afternoon and what happened.” She stammered it out as she was hugging him around his neck.
Eric was stepping forward with Chrissy’s legs wrapped around his hips trying to reach the bed. When he had reached it, he fell on the bed with his sexy wife underneath him. She let out a gasp and when he tried to rise from on her, she just tightened her legs around him and pulled him closer. She was giggling so hard, Eric could see she was having a rough time breathing.
Taking her hands in his, he untangled himself and pulling her into an upright position, to a seat next to her on the bed. He could see she was excited and flushed.
“Okay, honey you go first, because I know for certain there’s no way in hell you’re going to believe what I have to tell you.” He just looked into her eyes.
“Eric, we’ve been chosen and we have to stay here. It’ll----,” she started to tell him of her afternoon.
“Ho—howw—how did you know?” He looked incredulously at her, his eyes as big as saucers.
She could tell instantly that she had taken him by surprise but she felt like her emotions were bubbling in a pressure cooker, and she just had to tell him.
“Margaret,” she simply said. “Oh, honey you will never know how wonderful this afternoon has been.” She reached out and pulled him to her.
“Yeah, but, but how—I just found out myself.” He still was grasping at her excitement.
“It must have been the keepers or whoever they are. They probably set it up with Harold and Margaret. Margaret told me that Harold was sharing something with you.” Then she blushed and she could feel the heat rush to her face as she thought about her experience with Margaret. She had an instant image of Harold and her husband. She quickly pushed it aside and tried to calm herself.
“Well, yeah, Harold took me to a place in the garden that we must have missed. It was beautiful with a marble altar-like pedestal and marble benches and-----.”
Before he could finish she grabbed at his shirt and started pulling it above his head. “I have to have you. I want you cock in me as far as it can go and I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”
Eric’s eyes went wide with disbelief. Not necessarily because of the sexual wantonness but rather because of the way she was demanding it. She very rarely spoke that way. It was hard for him to get her to talk dirty even in the midst of sex most times. When she did, it always took him by surprise.
She reached down and pulled her blouse up and over her head not even taking the time to unbutton it. She jumped up from the bed and as she was stripping her pants down, she told him, “Get them clothes off, I want your cock. I mean it, I’m burning up and I want you to stretch my cunt until I scream for mercy.”
As her panties hit the floor she reach over and tugged at his pants impatient for him to do it. As his pants hit the floor she tugged his shorts down and just let them fall, then went to her knees and without even so much as a kiss, buried his cock in her mouth.
The image that Eric got was that of a ravenous animal ready to devour its prey. He let out a low howl as she grabbed his nuts and started to massage them. She was going down on his cock like there was no tomorrow and his knees were starting to wobble with the intensity of her suction. Her tongue was going a mile a minute at the underside of his cock and every once in a while he felt her try and get his cock down her throat. She had started a rhythm and Eric knew he would not last long.
“God, Chrissy, I’m going to cum if you don’t let up. I – I – I’ve never seen you like this. Ohhhhh gggoooooooddddd, ohhhh goooodddddd.” He reached down and put his hands on her head. He didn’t force her, it probably wouldn’t have done any good anyway, she was going at him like his cock was the best thing to happen her; he certainly knew it was for him.
She reached around him and pulled his ass cheeks to her, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Eric couldn’t believe it, she wasn’t gagging and she wasn’t stopping. His knees and legs started to wobble, and just when he thought he couldn’t stand any longer, she reached around and with a finger she pushed it into his ass! There was no warning, he shot his load into her throat without even so much as a chance to tell her. She kept sucking at him and when it seemed like some of his cum might leak out she would quickly get it with her tongue.
Finally with a groan, he had to push her back. “Nooo, oh goooddddd baby I’m ssoooo sensitive, give me a break,” and he collapsed on the bed panting heavily.
Then he heard it again. By now he was becoming used to it. It was the keepers. He could here the whispers and he knew now that is only what it sounded like. They were drawn to the passion and the sex. He half expected his cock to shrink but it didn’t, it just stood there as if it was waving to Chrissy.
She got up on the bed next to him. What she said next kind of surprised him, but he was becoming less and less surprised at anything she said. “They’re here. Oh Eric, we’re going to get to feed them. Oh honey, I love you so much I just can’t keep my hands off of you.”
She reached out and without really stroking him she again caressed his balls. She also raked her fingernails across his belly and around towards his hips. His cock started to jerk with the sensations again. He start to position himself so that he could reach her cunt with his mouth when she said, “No. Babe I want you in me. I mean it, I want you to fuck my brains out.” She started to rub her clit back and forth and gently pinch it between her thumb and forefinger. “I want you now. I need it.”
She lay back and spread her legs. Eric could tell her clit was engorged and her cunt was glistening with moisture already. Her pussy lips were flushed and flared and he could see the inviting pink of her inner lips.
He positioned himself to get between her spread legs when she said, “Oh yes, Eric they’re here and they want to be with us. Quick, stick that hot rod of yours into me. You better be ready to fuck me hard because that’s what I need right now.” She no longer got it out of her mouth when Eric noticed her nipples moving back and forth and it looked like they were collapsing upon themselves as if someone was pinching and pushing them from side to side.
“Oh goddddd, yessss it feeeeeelllss sssooooo gooooooooood.” She was panting and gasping as Eric pulled himself closer to her.
He reached between her legs and rubbed his fingers across her snatch and collected her already flowing juices. He rubbed it across his cock and she literally screamed at him, “Now, fucker, fuck my cunt NOW!!”
It so totally shocked him that he lunged forward and hit the mark dead on and in one thrust he had pushed his way right to the ring of her cervix. “Now fuck MEEE!!!” she yelled as she grabbed his ass with her legs and pulled him even more into her. Her legs were like a vise.
Eric’s cock was as big as he had ever known it and he could feel it pressing into her. ‘God she was tight’ he thought to himself. He felt his cock become more engorged and it felt almost like it was inflating in her. He started to pump and in just a matter of seconds he had found a rhythm with her. They were bucking the bed and the large headboard was banging the wall but he didn’t care.
The next instant he was aware of the keepers, kissing him on his ears and on the backs of his legs. He even felt caresses or kisses on his balls as he slammed into his wife. Chrissy was moaning and lunging into him with every stroke that he was pumping into her. She was moaning and gasping and he could tell she was totally into the sensations flooding her.
As he watch his wife’s face while he was fucking her wildly the sweat started to pool on his forehead and as soon as it felt like he had to shake it off, it was gone. It felt like the keepers had licked it or tongued it off. As he watched Chrissy’s head turned to the side and she whispered barely audibly, “Yes.” She opened her mouth and appeared to be sucking but of course Eric couldn’t see anything at all.
As he watched with wonder the sight caused a rush of blood to bombard his cock even more and he felt as if it was stretching even larger. Chrissy’s cunt felt even tighter and it was as if he could feel every clench and tension of her cunt muscles on his cock. He could see the glistening of her saliva on her lips as she continued to suck on whatever it was in her mouth, and she was totally lost to the moment. Her up thrusts seemed to be in exact rhythm with the sucking motions he was watching as well as with the banging that he was giving her. Their timing was perfect and it could only be the ‘magic,’ Eric quickly thought to himself.
He could feel his wife’s cervix against the head of his cock and with her pushing up to meet him it felt as if he might even invade her womb. Just as he started to pull back getting ready for another downward thrust, the kissing and caressing that was happening all over his body grew even more intense. He felt his ass cheeks being spread apart and at the height of ascent he could feel what seemed to be something small and wet enter his ass.
As he thrust forward, his ass clutch whatever it was that entered him and his cock pierced her cervical ring. Chrissy howled around what Eric could only assume was a cock in her mouth, and started humping up at him even faster. Whatever had entered his ass was now probing his prostate and he could feel a load of cum boiling in his nuts. His mind was trying to analyze all the sensations he was feeling as his cock was being squeezed and milked by not only Chrissy’s cunt muscles but also the ring that held his cock head in place.
Another tickle and he felt the rush of blood and the sensation of release as whatever was in his ass flooded him with---something. His body slammed forward and his cock engorged even more as Chrissy started to moan and mewl around the object in her mouth. At the same time, something almost transparent yet glistening flooded from her mouth and she was licking and lapping for all she was worth trying not to let any of it escape. Her cunt spasmed and clutched his cock in waves and he felt a flood of moisture gush at the hair around the base of his cock. He felt the flood from his ass run down and mingle with was she spewed out and he could smell the distinct aroma of wildflowers.
When the aroma assailed his senses his body went into overdrive and even though he didn’t think he had anything else to give he continued humping his wife with all he had. He could only guess that the same thing happened to her because she reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks and kept pulling him to her as she humped him back. She was moaning and screaming and he was yelling at the top of his lungs as the pleasure past over and through him in waves. He didn't know he had anything else to give but his cock continued to spew into his wife’s cunt and when it hit she would push harder against him and her cunt muscles kept milking him.
They were both aware of the sound that had totally enveloped them as if sonic waves were spurring them on. Their bodies flushed with a rush of blood and there was actually an aura coming from them. While in the throes of his pleasure Eric thought that he could actually see other human type shapes surrounding the both of them. There were dozens of them but he couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t hallucinating.
Right then, he felt a flood of wetness engulf his cock again and felt the familiar sensation of release as his cock spewed one more time. He thought for just a brief moment that he should be soaking in sweat and perspiration but he wasn’t. In fact, he was dry and cool and so was his wife’s skin. The moisture between their legs was quickly diminishing and then just as quickly, he leaned over and slumped by the side of his wife.
He felt himself floating up and over to be laid on his back next to his wife. The next sensation he felt, just before everything started to go black, was as if a hundred tongues were caressing his whole body, in every crevice, removing every bit of evidence of what had just happened. Then he slept.
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Harold and Margaret loaded the last little bit of personal belongings that they wanted to keep in their vehicle. With a smile to one another and a quick look back at the manor that had been their home for so long, they got into their pristine 1903 Model A Ford and drove down the lane never looking back again.
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It was a full moon that rose over the Catalina Mountains by the time Eric and Chrissy woke up. Not knowing at that time that their ‘hosts’ had left, they decided they would try and go quietly down to the kitchen and see what they could scrounge up to eat. As they descended the stairs, creeping like a couple of cat burglars, they started giggling.
Eric looked over at his wife and with a finger in front of his lips went, “Shhhhh, don’t wake the Parkers.”
When they reached the foot of the stairs they saw a light on from the direction of the kitchen and so feeling like maybe one or both of the Parkers were up they went in and looked around. There were plates and glasses on the table already laid out. A large note read, “Food and drinks in the fridge. Knew you would be hungry. Read the book on the table, will explain all. Nice to have met you. Good-bye. Signed, Harold and Margaret Parker.”
Chrissy looked over at Eric perplexed and stammered, “Wh- what? What’s going on?”
Eric reached over and picked up the book, glanced at it for a moment, then looking up at Chrissy, stated, “I think I already know. Margaret and Harold told us what they could, but I’m sure this book DOES explain it all.” He held it up for her to see.
The book looked like it might have been very old, but it was in excellent condition. The cover was leather engraved and the pages looked as good as the day it was printed. Eric turned it back over and looking at Chrissy, read the cover, “The Magic of the Keepers” then under it in smaller type it read, “The Theory That Possession Is Nine Tenths The Law.”
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Over his shoulder Eric heard his wife arise and stretch then looked over at him. “Oh you man, starting with out me, huh?”
Eric could feel the familiar sensation that he had come to look forward too after all these years. The tightening of his balls and the tension in his legs. This morning was a little different he knew, but the keepers did know how to bring the best out of him.
Chrissy’s gray streaked hair fell over her breasts as she leaned forward and said to her man, “They’re just going to have to share you to day sir.” She giggled and pulled him to his feet, pushed him backwards to the bed and all Eric could think of was, ‘I love this woman more than life itself.’
As Eric lay back on the bed allowing his gorgeous wife to straddle him, he listened and smiled inwardly. They were pleased. The whispers had ceased oh so many years ago and his and Chrissy’s hearing had become so much more attuned to what they were saying.
As Chrissy fell upon his manhood the sighs and the moans of the keepers mingled with the moans and groans of the two lovers.
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Eric and Chrissy had many rewarding and enlightening sexual adventures over the many years that they managed the manor house. They met many different people and helped those same people discard their inhibitions by showing their guests the value of total and unconditional love.
It is my hope that this was enjoyable to you. These adventures can and probably will be continued. Please remember, any and all comments will be appreciated.