; ; Proofread and edited by Pet Tigress. Any remaining errors are my own. ; ; Rod slowly pulled himself back to exhausted consciousness. He smiled ; weakly, knowing why he felt dissipated in this way. Sabah had Fed ; again last night. It was getting familiar. A Feeding was like an ; attack of malaria, he mused, several days of dreamy lassitude, then a ; gradual recovery to normal. But even if it were possible, Rod had no ; desire to be cured of these attacks. First, because he knew he was ; pleasing Sabah. More than pleasing her, he sustained her. Her very ; life depended on the sexual energy she absorbed from him during that ; orgasmic fury. That was wonderful knowledge: his beautiful, sexy, ; marvelous Mistress needed HIM.
; ; Then too, during his recovery Sabah would spend the days pampering and ; coddling him. Lovemaking with Sabah would be especially gentle and ; even more frequent. And he knew she would let him loll for hours, ; drinking from the fountain of her self as he worshiped and pleasured ; her. Her cum nourished him, she said. Sabah was very excited about ; this discovery and said it made their relationship more symbiosis than ; parasite-prey as with her previous lovers.
; ; Finally, the Feeding itself was never less than wonderful. He enjoyed ; making love with Sabah morning and night (and when she was feeling ; frisky, during the day, too). But ordinary sex was nothing compared to ; a Feeding. She always made it special.
; ; He still remembered the one a few months after coming to live with ; her. It was typical, if any one of a series of unique adventures can ; be said to be typical. He never knew exactly when a Feeding would take ; place, although of course he knew that Sabah seldom went for more than ; three or four weeks without one. Thus he was expecting nothing ; extraordinary when she called him to their bedchamber early one ; evening.
; ; Perfectly posed and perfectly naked, Sabah sat smiling on the edge of ; her bed, the bed she let him share. A long green gown that would hug ; every inch of her perfect body lay beside her. An emerald choker Rod ; had never seen was on the dressing table nearby. Her dark hair was ; piled high on her head. She was preparing for an evening out. Rod was ; struck by her beauty and felt regret that he could not accompany her ; wherever it was she was going.
; ; "It's the Winchester League Spring Charity Ball tonight, my sweet," ; she said reading the question on his face. "Will you help me dress?" ; Not needing to wait for his reply she nodded to indicate the pair of ; high-top stockings he had overlooked. Unquestioningly, Rod took them ; and, dropping to his knees before her, began to tug and roll the ; delicate fabric up her long firm legs. As he neared the crotch the ; aroma of her arousal overpowered him. He looked up at her with the ; unstated petition in his eyes.
; ; "Of course, you may, my darling, at least for a few minutes." Rod's ; joy knew no bounds as he thrust his head between Sabah's luscious ; thighs and drank deeply of her essence. Sometimes Rod did not know ; which form of worship was best. This had the advantage of being more ; selfless, not that HE did not enjoy bringing Sabah to climax with his ; mouth and tongue, and he could prolong it for hours. Yet, ultimately ; he had to prefer what she did, and no matter how many time he got her ; off otherwise, Sabah ultimately loved to be penetrated, long, hard, ; repeated thrusts of his cock into her vagina. Perhaps it was the only ; time, if only for a few seconds, but when he was pounding hard into ; her, she totally lost control.
; ; Unaware of when she bid him stop, Rod was suddenly conscious of ; Sabah's face smiling down at him. "Time for me to finish getting ; dressed, my sweet. I can't let you make us late." She waited just long ; enough to detect his happiness as he understood the meaning of her ; words. "Your tux is on the bed, sweetheart," she laughed. "Did you ; think I wanted to spend a night around a bunch of stuffy high-society ; types without you, my love?"
; ; Now it was Sabah's turn to marvel as she cast admiring glances at Rod ; while she finished slipping into the gown and matching heels. She had ; stripped Rod of all shyness before her, so he disrobed and began to ; dress with the natural grace of serpent changing its skin. She loved ; to look at his hard naked body, the firm jaw, the black curls. In her ; centuries of existence, she had never had such a slave and lover.
; ; Since he had come to live with her, she had put him on a weight ; training and high protein regimen. A few pounds of office flab had ; been replaced by several more of hard, lean muscle. Sometimes she ; could not believe her luck that his beautiful, intelligent man was ; hers. Her need had been so great the night of the storm, she would ; have settled for far less. But when she saw him fully dressed in the ; evening attire that just hinted at the hunk hidden within, she found ; herself humming, "Someday My Prince Will Come." Hers had.
; ; "Here are the keys, darling. Take us to the ball."
; ; Sabah was glad she had kept and lovingly preserved the old ; Lincoln. The wide bench seats were perfect for scroonching close and ; laying her head in Rod's lap like a happy cat. As he drove the ; beautiful old car along the twisting mountain road toward the little ; county seat, she resisted the urge to open his fly and suck the ; erection she felt in his pants. She was saving that for later. His ; gentle stroking of her hair and neck had almost put her to sleep when ; she felt him decelerate and enter the winding street of the old town ; on what had been the Virginia frontier.
; ; Although the town was perhaps 1500 feet lower than her property up in ; the Blue Ridges, the sun had set and an early spring nip was in the ; air. The old stone country club had been torn down and replaced by a ; faux-Classical Revival building that Sabah hated, but tonight it was ; blazing with light that illuminated the surrounding grounds. Sabah ; threw her fur around her shoulders and waited for Rod to open the ; door. A valet took the car as they made their entrance.
; ; Rod was too happy being with this wonderful woman to be conscious of ; the impression the couple made on the already gathered guests. It ; would not have occurred to him that every man in the room envied the ; man at the side of this spectacular woman. Sabah was well know in the ; little town, but no one could remember seeing her like this, brimming ; with life, scintillating sex appeal. And who was the tall muscular ; young man with her? Nor would Rod have suspected the depth of instant ; jealousy the other women felt when the saw Sabah and their husbands' ; reactions. What had SHE done to deserve an Adonis like him? A thousand ; generations of feminine intuition told them the young hunk was totally ; infatuated with the older woman and that Sabah had him fucking her ; silly.
; ; "Sabah! Good to see you," boomed the friendly voice of Charles ; Landsworth, Chairman of the League. "Glad you could come." Melanie, ; Charles's wife, was drifting their way, a slight scowl on her face.
; ; "Good evening, Charles, Melanie," Sabah greeted them. "I'd like you ; to meet my new friend Rod." Melanie lifted an eyebrow. The ; pleasantries continued, but Sabah didn't miss Melanie's judgmental ; attitude. She could almost hear the sarcastic remarks the blond trophy ; wife would have liked to make, 'He's a little young for you, isn't ; he?' 'Where did you pick him out, in a sports bar?' as well as the ; one she would never have verbalized, though she was dying to know, ; 'Does he fuck as good as he looks?'
; ; Sabah was tired of Melanie. She had tried to be friendly. She had ; been truly happy that Charles had found someone so soon after his ; first wife's death. Sabah guessed that the young woman had seduced ; him, but Charles seemed happy. Sabah understood perfectly well that ; Melanie was jealous of Sabah's independent standing in the community, ; while she lived only in Charles's reflected glow.
; ; Sabah also suspected Melanie secretly regretted giving up her ; exciting, if poorly paid life as a junior lobbyist in Washington for ; the financial security of Charles's money, which she spent with ; abandon. But understanding Melanie did not make her any easier to ; stomach. Sabah particularly resented Melanie for not realizing what a ; treasure she had in Charles. When she allowed herself to pick up ; impressions, Sabah had confirmed what his face showed: Charles totally ; adored his new wife even though - and this had been a surprise to ; Sabah -- she eyedroppered out the sex to her still lusty husband.
; ; Melanie definitely had her clique. Sabah noticed that the group of ; Melanie's snooty friends, Agatha Witherspoon, Grace Chriswell, Darlene ; Simms, and Marjory Gresham, avoided Rod and her throughout the ; before-dinner cocktails. She noted the slight aura of hatefulness ; around the group. Maybe the time had come to do something about that, ; she grinned.
; ; Soon the crowd was called to their seats. Just as Sabah and Rod were ; to sit down, Charles came over to take Sabah to the head table. "I ; have no idea what this is about, honey," she whispered to Rod as ; Charles led her away. As she took her place at her place to the right ; of the Chairman, everyone applauded.
; ; Rod could see on Sabah's face that everything was a total surprise to ; her as it was even more to him. He only understood after dinner when ; the Chairman announced that Sabah Noor was being recognized as ; Winchester's "Citizen of the Year." Rod knew of course that his ; Mistress was an amazing woman, but he had no idea of all her civic ; activities. Not only had she donated considerable sums to many worthy ; projects and served on many committees, but she also volunteered at a ; nearby hospice. One of the sisters stood to give an emotional ; testimony of how Sabah had an almost magical power to calm and cheer ; the lonely dying people. Rod found himself choked up with joy and ; pride for his marvelous Mistress. He noticed, however, the group of ; Melanie and her fiends in one section of the hall who only looked on ; sullenly. Sabah noticed as well.
; ; Sabah's acknowledgement was brief and tinged with self- deprecating ; humor, but Rod had no doubt she was genuinely touched by the ; community's gesture. "So thank you all again," she said in closing, ; "but if I'm not mistaken, this is a ball. So, Let's DANCE!"
; ; Nodding to the orchestra that struck up a slow waltz, Sabah walked to ; the center of the empty dance floor. A nod in his direction told Rod ; what to do. Although embarrassed, he rose and made his way among the ; tables to Sabah's side. The embarrassment evaporated the moment she ; slipped into his arms. For several long seconds the entire gathering ; was struck silent by the stunning older woman and the handsome young ; man gliding around the floor. The dance was perfectly proper, but the ; two bodies moving as one seemed to generate an erotic field around ; them.
; ; One by one, other couples began to join them on the floor and soon the ; room was filled with happy, laughing husbands and wives, some of whom ; hadn't danced together for years. As if by magic, however, feet ; remembered dance steps long thought forgotten. Wisely, the band kept ; to tunes from ten or twenty years earlier, when the mostly middle age ; crowd had been dating. Everything was going according to plan, Sabah ; smiled.
; ; "Huh?" Rod realized he had been so caught up in the sensuous pleasure ; of dancing with Sabah in his arms, he had not quite heard what she ; said."
; ; "Never mind, love. We're going to mix things up a little. Just tell ; that to all the women you dance with and the other thing to Melanie."
; ; "Tell what?" he asked, but Sabah had already slipped away to invite ; Charles to dance. Rod grinned at Melanie's obvious displeasure as he ; offered his arm to one of her friends who, like Melanie, had not ; joined in the dancing. It was Agatha Chriswell, a plump but pleasant ; looking woman; pleasant-looking if she didn't have that superior ; expression on her face, Rod thought.
; ; The band had been playing a Western Quickstep, but dropped the pace to ; something slower as the mixed couples got the feel of each other. Rod ; murmured something to Agatha and she quickly felt comfortable in his ; arms. Well, more than comfortable. Rod was surprised and a little ; dismayed as the woman began to press herself against him more and more ; tightly. When he felt her actually start to grind her crotch to his ; groin, Rod looked around nervously for Sabah. He caught her eye nearby ; and she winked.
; ; Fortunately there was a break between songs and Rod was able to slip ; from Agatha's ardent grasp. Although they were not necessarily the ; most attractive women there, Rod found himself asking one after ; another of Melanie's friends to dance. The pattern with Agatha ; repeated itself, indeed it got worse. Rod introduced himself with the ; mumbled addendum and the woman practically went into rut. Grace ; Witherspoon danced him into a corner and dragged his hands down to her ; rather too-ample ass. Marjory Simms groped his crotch, but Rod put it ; down to the frustrations of widowhood. Darlene Gresham managed to get ; Rod's hand into her blouse and Lord knows what would have happened to ; her bra if another break in the music hadn't rescued him.
; ; When he finally stood before Melanie, she looked up at him with a cold ; smile. "Why not Roddy? We'll dance, but just because you're a pretty ; boy, don't expect me to come onto you. I'm not an overage teenager ; like them." Melanie tossed her head in contempt at her companions who ; were now dancing like cats in heat with their delighted husbands.
; ; "What's wrong with a man and wife having fun, Melanie? Besides..."
; ; Melanie gave a little gasp as Rod finished speaking. "Er... nothing, ; I guess," she said and slid a little closer into Rod's arms. True to ; her word, Melanie did not throw herself at him as the other women had, ; but she seemed to be in some sort of torment. The music had picked up ; the tempo and Melanie was becoming visibly excited as Rod turned and ; twirled her. She was double- stepping the beat and flinging her arms ; into the air as if in some sort of jungle frenzy. Soon perspiration ; had soaked her silky blouse, revealing a bra straining to contain ; Melanie's impressive superstructure.
; ; When the set ended, Rod led a panting, fiery-eyed Melanie back to the ; table where Sabah was now sitting with Charles. Sabah seemed to be ; just finishing up something she was whispering in Charles's ear when ; Sabah nudged him. Looking up and shaking his head as if awaking from a ; dream, Charles's eyes lit up as they fell on Melanie. It was a Melanie ; he had not seen in a long time, if ever. Her eyes were wide, her ; nostrils flared. Everything about his wife screamed that she was hot ; and needed to be fucked. It was a look Charles had longed for and he ; rose and took her in his arms.
; ; "Good work, baby. Want to see how good?" Sabah giggled as she led Rod ; away from the pair who were starting to paw one another. Suddenly Rod ; noticed the entire ballroom was almost deserted. Most had left, having ; drifted home to bed but not to sleep, he suspected. In a few corners ; couples were making out, but it wasn't a few bared breasts and hiked ; skirts Sabah wanted to show her mate. Giggling softly she tugged him ; toward a lounge area.
; ; To his shock Rod saw Melanie's entire set of friends - but never like ; this! Agatha Chriswell was on her back, her heals in the air, mewing ; and humping as the pudgy Raymond Chriswell was fucking her like there ; was no tomorrow. "Yes, Ray baby hard! I need it!... Harder... ; HARDER!"
; ; Grace Witherspoon was also on her back, but was not so happy. With ; both hands she had a death grip on the head of a man - Rod was pretty ; sure it was Arthur Witherspoon -- between her legs as she ; complained. "Keep it up, you bastard! <grunt>. Oh, yes, like ; that. Work that tongue, damn you! I need to get FUCKED, dammit. Uuuuh ; shit, how much longer 'til that god-damned Viagra kicks in?"
; ; Marjory Simms had no such problems. The too-thin red-head was fully on ; board the cock of a grunting, heaving black man that Rod recognized as ; the trombone player from the band. "Oh, yeah baby. Give me more of ; that cock, you animal! <gasp> Ooohhhhh, YES! So fucking BIG... ; Uhhhhngggg... like that, right up in there where mamma's pussy NEEDS ; it! <pant> I'm taking you home, honey. You're gonna make me ; c...Aaaaiiiiieee!" the bouncing woman squealed as she climaxed.
; ; Darlene Gresham wasn't saying much; how could she? On her knees, her ; face was in the crotch of an astounded waiter, sucking him as if it ; was her first drink after crossing the Sahara. Meanwhile, a very ; exercised Rutherford Gresham had his hands on Darlene's upturned ass ; and was pounding away vehemently at his wife's gushing pussy, making ; her groan with each thrust.
; ; "Take THAT, you bitch for never wearing miniskirts and heels as I ; wanted you to, and THAT for always turning the lights out!" he spat as ; he slammed into her again. "And THAT for only doing it on weekends!" ; Rutherford was obviously releasing a lot of long pent-up frustrations. ; "And THAT." Rod winced at the force with which the seemingly ; mild-mannered accountant was ramming his prick into his whimpering ; wife's dripping cunt. "THAT's for never letting me kiss and suck on ; those COW tits of yours and THAT," Rod was afraid he was going to ; injure the woman, "Is for never letting me eat this FUCKING HOT ; PUSSEEEEEYYY!"
; ; Sabah tugged Rod's hand again to depart the mini-orgy. He took a step ; toward the exit, but Sabah smiled and motioned with her head back ; toward the ballroom. There on the table where she had sat, was ; Melanie, moaning with arousal, her knees bent and her drenched pussy ; open to Charles rampant prick. Her husband was teasing her, brushing ; her pussy lips, giving her tiny pokes that made her squirm, running ; his rather impressive member up and down his writhing wife's ; slit. They appeared to be renegotiating their relationship.
; ; "Yes, Charles, anything, baby! Just fuck me. ... God, I need it so ; bad. No, I'll never refuse you again, promise, I promise! Huh? No, not ; that!" Charles seemed to slow his attack. "No, Charles! Please, baby, ; don't stop now. I need to be FUUUCKED! All right, yes, Yes YES! Fuck ; me and you can make me pregnant. What? Noooo ... oooh ...Yes! Two, ; three, anything darling, as many babies as you want. Keep me pregnant ; all the time, but FUUUK MEEEiiiiiieee!"
; ; "Let's go, Love," Sabah almost growled. "I'm hungry!"
; ; Perhaps she had planned it all along or perhaps the orgy she had ; orchestrated triggered it, but Rod saw that Sabah was about to ; Feed. "Hurry, darling! Get me home."
; ; Sabah had been wild in the car, insisting that she drove so Rod could ; use the front slit of her gown to eat her. The car swayed each time ; he brought her to orgasm and he prayed she would slow down. They ; arrived in record time and alive, fortunately. Sabah had almost torn ; off her clothes and his, getting him in bed. There was nothing slow ; and romantic about THIS Feeding. Sabah TOOK him. Screaming with ; passion she threw herself down on his cock over and over. The sexual ; frenzy of her Feeding communicated itself to Rod who humped back with ; almost superhuman stamina. The scene appeared that of a she lion ; devouring a gazelle, except this prey was larger than the predator and ; it was doing everything possible to BE devoured. Rod had blacked out ; at the height of their simultaneous orgasm.
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; ; Yes, that had been one of the best ones, Rod mused, waiting for Sabah ; to come in with breakfast -- she always had a big breakfast for him ; the morning after a Feeding. And enough time had passed for the ; results of Sabah's prank to become evident. Within days of the ball, ; the wardrobes of Agatha, Grace, Darlene, Marjory, and of course ; Melanie had improved dramatically. The five women organized a joint ; shopping trip to Tyson's Corner and came back with two SUVs packed ; full of miniskirts, push- up bras, almost-illegal blouses, fuck-me ; heels, stockings, and an assortment of sleepwear guaranteed to keep a ; husband, or in Marjory's case, a growing roster of boyfriends, from ; sleeping. Arthur Witherspoon, Raymond Chriswell, Rutherford Simms, and ; Charles Landsworth couldn't believe their luck. Suddenly they had ; wives who not only dressed like women during the day, they fucked like ; minxes at night.
; ; Grace, Agatha, and Darlene joined a local gym to loose a few ; pounds. Summer was coming and they were licking their lips at their ; husbands' reactions when they saw their wives in string ; bikinis. Melanie joined, too, realizing she needed strength training, ; as often as Charles was fucking her. Marjory, on the other hand, ; wanted to put on some weight. Her new fiancee, Jamal White, the ; Washington Wizards' center forward, thought Marjory needed a few more ; curves to complement her astounding libido.
; ; The gym program hadn't lasted long, Rod chuckled, or at least the ; exercise regime soon had to be changed. One by one over the last month ; or so, each woman had started showing off some very sexy new maternity ; dresses.
; ; To be continued... ; ;