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From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Ecstatic Cling [06/12] June (rom MF oral slow hyp mc preg bond(light) public toys)
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2003 17:10:03 -0400
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Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net>
Title: Ecstatic Cling: June
Part: 06/12
Universe: Ecstatic Cling
Summary: Marital Issues get resolved the "hard" way
Keywords: rom MF oral slow hyp mc preg bond(light) public toys
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		      Ecstatic Cling
		     Night  6:   June

		     by Jack C Lipton

After a pleasant day with Joanie, I was now chained to one
of the most aggressive and arrogant control freaks in the
whole group.  I was doomed.  She was going to beat me up,
I was sure of it.

My look of anxiety must have been more than a little bit
noticeable to Ruth; I was suddenly called on, Ruth asking,
"Jack, what are you so afraid of?"

I couldn't look at June when I answered "She's going to kill
me, I'm sure of it.  She'll push me around like I'm nothing.
I'll be crushed out of existence."

Carl had bruised her face and arms on that first night and
the marks were still visible to me.  They must still hurt
her, but my own sympathy for her was tempered by how she
tended to speak to people around her.  She had a sharp
tongue.

I knew I was exaggerating things but I expected to weather
this time with her despite being pushed around like a sock
puppet.

"Jack, don't worry so much, all right?"

Yeah, right.  Being told not to worry just pushed my anxiety
level even higher.

"Jack, do I need to use your magic word to get you to calm
down?"

I have no idea why this hit me and brought down the level of
fear I was experiencing.  I sat back, almost completely
passive.

Passive?  Hell, I think I was half catatonic!

"June, tell us what you think of Jack right now."

I watched her as she glanced at me, then turned to Ruth,
"Well, I've not noticed much so far this week, but he seems
harmless enough.  I've never seen him initiate anything.
What should I think of him?  He's just a guy, not much
different from my husband."

"Yes, but he's Helen's husband.  Look at them both and think
about it."

I could see her look me over, then look over Helen.  She
shrugged.  "I don't see anything odd."

"All right, let's change the question.  How do you feel
towards him sexually?"

This got me a much different look, a different facial
expression, as she looked at me and thought about me.

She shrugged, "He's nice enough, he's cute.  All right, I
admit that watching him go at it four days out of five as
we walk in here is different about him and kind of exciting,
but he still seems to blush when he sees us watching after
they've finished."

"So, June, how would you feel if tomorrow we found the two
of you going at it like we saw here?"

I heard June just moan and rub her legs together.

"So, Jack, does it look like she wants to hurt you?"

I could move again.  I shook my head, no.

"Good.  As you've all been shown this morning we introduced
a sex-toy, a special adjustable chair to assist in different
sexual positions.  Every so often for the rest of the week
we will be introducing sex toys in these discussion
sessions.  So, let's get you all set up.  Leon, shall we?"

I saw them get up and carry a bag to each of the couples
and pass out a package with two large balls with a string to
each woman.  "These are ben-wa balls, well, actually they're
beads that should work like ben-wa balls.  We chose the bead
because the strings will keep you from worrying about losing
them inside and because these beads are larger in diameter
than regular ben-wa balls.  With some exercise your PC
muscles will gain in strength which is both good for you and
good for your partner.  Please have your current partner
insert them, leaving the string hanging out of you."

I watched as her husband inserted a pair of metal balls into
her, she moaned a bit.  They looked heavier than the items
in June's hand.

I got on the floor at June's feet and helped her spread her
legs and found she wasn't all that open, so I brought my
tongue into play.  I think this startled her and I soon had
her vagina ready to accept these ben-wa balls.  They were
not particularly small so the process of insertion was not
zero-force by any means.

My task completed, I sat back up next to June and looked
around at all of the other couples.  Some of the women
looked breathless as they were panting.  June herself had a
distracted look to her face.

"Women, if you don't have a man inside of you, you are
expected to have the ben-wa balls in place, except to sleep.
Kim, what do you think of these?"

I turned as I heard her moan a bit before saying "They feel
funny, but I like them.  It's funny to squeeze them, too."

I saw June suddenly concentrate and then she smiled.  A lot.

All of the women, including June, were polled.  None were
displeased.

"All right, time for you all to hit the showers.  You don't
need to pull out the toys for oral activities.  Go..."

Two women had their toys fall out as they got up they
blushed.  Ruth got up and showed that she retained her toys
which were obviously much heavier.  I was pleased that Helen
did not lose them, nor did June.

June with the ben-wa balls in her was a much softer woman
and far more responsive than I would have expected her to be
as we cooperated in washing each other.  Her long hair was
also a pleasure to wash, for me, and the feel of her fingers
on my scalp working the lather into my own hair was quite
pleasant.  I'd gotten used to a lot of new ways to touch and
be touched so far this week and I was soon able to enjoy
soaping her breasts and down her front, using the stool so
we could do the legs and all.

I liked how the cuffs guaranteed me a level of attention
from my partner but I'd never thought about the converse.  I
could not easily avoid giving a woman a lot of attention as
well.

Our oral sessions were pleasant and the ben-wa balls were
retained all through her orgasm.  I tried to give her a
second ride but she chose to have us switch places before
she went down on me.

 From a woman with no real experience giving head just five
days before she was still no expert but she showed a lot
more enthusiasm than I would have expected and I had no way
to avoid spraying into her mouth despite my earlier
draining.  I was further startled by her willingness to show
me her tongue before she swallowed my seed.  Was this the
bitch I heard screaming on Saturday?  The pugilist we'd seen
on Sunday morning?

What was with this woman?  Had she changed so much in so few
days?  She wasn't the domme I was expecting to be ground
down by!

She moved up and kissed me, hard.  The lingering aftertaste
of my own seed wasn't as important to me as her enthusiasm
and affectionate aggression in sharing a kiss.  We soon
finished drying each other and were working in the dining
room.

I was certainly attentive with her chained to me as we soon
found our rhythm in readying the dining room for dinner.  It
was uncanny how she was adapting to me almost as quickly as
I adapted to her.  She'd stop me every now and then, though,
and embrace me and we'd kiss again.  After a few times like
that I decided to turn it around and be the aggressor more
often.  The first time I did so she gave me a startled look
before we just flowed together.

Needless to say my erection liked pointing at her.  She was
also a lot softer than I expected, so I guessed this program
was making some kind of change in her.

Well, I was believing that until she suddenly reached down,
pulled out the ben-wa balls, pushed me on my back on the
thinly carpeted floor and mounted me like an animal in heat.
No asking, no real warning, just whoops, slam, and very loud
moaning.

I wasn't complaining.  Really. I was in no position to even
think of trying to complain.  This control freak was doing
her level best to fuck my brains out and it seemed like her
own brains were pretty far gone.  I slapped my own brain in
neutral and went animal-mode right back at her.

She got her reward from me quickly while she was in the
midst of her own climax.  Her spasming orgasm again did
wonders for my own feelings of competence and I pulled her
down to me to kiss her as she calmed down.

The Type-A bitch was there, ready to aggress-- and I didn't
mind.  I liked it.  That she found me sexually desirable at
this point was probably more flattering despite being our
being chained together.

She was panting on top of me and told me, puffing, "I don't
know what came over me.  I couldn't wait, I had to fuck.
Oh, God, I had to fuck.  I've never been so hot before.  I
hope I get this horny again..."

I just "mmmmm"'d back to her and told her that I figured the
ben-wa balls that got her hot, that it probably wasn't me
that she got hot over.

"Oh, honey, I understand.  If I'd felt like this more often
I wouldn't get so cranky.  We'd better pull apart and get
ready for dinner.  You OK?"

I nodded, yes, I was OK.

Actually, I was *very* OK.

We pulled our wet and slippery genitals apart but before she
could really get going, I re-inserted the ben-wa balls and
saw her sudden distracted look as she adjusted to them yet
again.

Dinner, well, we didn't eat "together" like many others (my
dick couldn't make it worth-while to try) but we were able
to share a meal in surprising comfort.  It was like June was
a new woman.  (By the same token, I was adapting to her as
well, so it might've been me.)

We finished the meal, June being sexually aggressive towards
me (kissing and touching-wise) and I used my hand to get her
off when when finished eating, telling her that she's been
very nice to me.

I'm not sure why, but she seemed to glow each time I told
her that she was wonderful and desirable, seemingly giving
her jolts of pleasure without me even having to touch her.

Cleaning the dining room was very different from my previous
efforts since she kept stopping and moaning.  We'd finished
the room just before she had to sit back down and her
moaning was getting me quite stiff again.  Because of our
slow progress in cleaning the dining room, it was almost
time for us to join the group discussion, so we didn't have
enough time to satisfy each other in the dining room again.

So she spent most of the trip to the lobby, short as it was,
leaning on me and moaning.  Only Ruth and Leon were already
present so June surprised me by telling me to pull out the
"damn ben-wa balls" and to "fuck her brains out."

Forcefully, I might add.

Despite this, I hesitated, but not to give her a hard time,
but only because I was trying to think about it.  Approval
of her desire was an easy response.

All right, so she did add "Please...".  It wasn't as if I
could resist her, so we were soon putting on quite a display
as others came in.  Most seemed somewhat the worse for wear.
Two couples (Helen in one of them) did the same as June and
I and quickly got down to fucking their own brains out too.

After our very satisfying bout, June seemed pleased and came
yet again as I re-inserted the toy.

June had enough of her mind back that she yelled at Ruth,
"What the fuck do these toys do?  I can't fucking handle how
horny I'm getting!"

There were a lot of nods around the room.  Some women were
still squirming.

"Well, ben-wa balls are there to keep you in a, well, ready
condition.  It cuts down on foreplay since you're almost
always ready.  There's a limit to how long you can keep them
in without getting irritated and tired, but I've worked up
to 8 hours.  As you get used to them it takes longer to get
as worked up as you all did the first time you had them in.
And having a partner nearby just increases the sensitivity.
So, how many of you women would like to pull them out for
now?"

I was reaching for June's crotch when I heard that growl and
her voice going "Don't... you... dare..."  I pulled my right
hand back worried that I would find a bloody stump in it's
place.

June was blowing all of my prior assessments of her
personality away;  she thanked me.  This felt good to me.

None of the other women volunteered to give up their toys
quite yet.

"All right, Please remember to pull out the ben-wa balls for
bed, it's not a good idea to sleep with them in.  Otherwise,
enjoy them.  One thing you should all know, though, is that
this might help you feel how a man gets when he doesn't get
enough sex.  And, remember, men can't really get enough sex.
So, June, we saw how you reacted when Jack was going to pull
out your toy.  How do you like it?"

June had a radiant grin, like she'd just been coronated as
the Empress of the Known Universe, you could hear the purr
in her voice.  "Ruth, I've been sexually aggressive before
but this kind of feeling is *great*, I feel like I can't get
enough fucking."

It was odd how often this litany was repeated.  The next
question around the room was "And what do plan to do when
you go to bed?"

There was a fair amount of moaning in the room.  Helen's
answer summed it up, "Fuck my partner until he can't get it
up any more."

The consensus seemed to agree with this.  I was getting a
little anxious.

No new toys were unveiled at this group session and,
strangely, most of the women seemed more, well, _passive_
than usual.  This apparent relaxation despite the smell of
excited women getting to all of us.

Night-time wash-up went quick (June declined to provide me
with an orgasm and I agreed it was best to "save it for
bed") since I think all of the women were eager to drag
their partners to bed.  I even spotted Ruth pulling Leon,
who did have the grace to look rather daunted.

My anxiety was proven out-  once we'd pulled the toys she
was a tiger and it didn't matter who was on the top, who was
doing the pistoning, this woman banged my brains out.  I did
pass out but I'm not sure how sated she was.  She took some
pretty serious effort to get me back up in the shortest time
(oral attention) and she had no problems climaxing multiple
times given my slow work-up.

Wow.  If only men could do that.

Waking up to the ringing phone was tougher on me than usual.
June was asleep still and I cuddled her and comforted her as
best I could as she slowly faded into wakefulness.

Once she was awake enough I apologized for collapsing last
night and her reply to reassure me that I "did alright" was
helpful.  She then added something that surprised me:  "Now
I understand how frustrated my husband got.  I was so itchy
all afternoon and evening from the ben-wa balls that I could
not stop being horny."

We soon got our energies up and crawled out of bed to empty
our bladders.

"Jack, put the toy back in for me, I want to be good and hot
during exercise.  OK?"

I agreed, rinsed them off and slid them home.  I left a
finger in her and felt her rhythmically squeeze it and moan.

We got to the exercise room and were soon warming up.  The
bicycle motion soon had June gasping as she reached an
orgasm.  We did the weights while she was still flushed.  I
felt real good during this workout given how much pleasure
she was expressing, all while my erection kept slapping
against her bare mons.

That action between us just helped us both enjoy exercise.

Apparently she hadn't calmed down much because she came yet
again while we were standing there, gasping out her climax.

During the whole exercise session she seemed to be right on
the edge of orgasm when she wasn't screaming out her
release.  I did keep telling her how good she sounded to me,
how exciting she was each time she did climax.

Again these little messages seemed to make her more excited.

Our time on the LuvSeat wasn't wasted since she was ready,
and, despite the mental stimulation, I didn't orgasm myself
until she'd gotten off twice, spraying my seed into her wet
womb.  From her internal spasming, well, I would've expected
her to be ovulating.

We also got to watch others going at it and there was little
subtlety, but then, we'd not shown any either.

June did better than I would have expected when we showered
(I'd held out her ben-wa balls, I didn't want her distracted
during this process) and I licked her and she did her best
to wake up my dick.  Sad to say, she'd deflated me but good.

I thanked her for doing such a good job shaving me and in
her efforts to revive my flagging dick, just as I inserted
the ben-wa balls again.

Breakfast soon followed and it was a fairly low-key despite
hearing women grunting and moaning now and then and hearing
two screams of release.  June was not far from that state
herself.  We had to stop on the way to the lobby when she
came while trying to walk.  I held her up and did my level
best to reassure her over how beautiful and happy she looked
to me.

"We'll work on the next toy this afternoon.  So far, anyone
have complaints?"

I really doubt anybody had any real energy to complain.

"Now, Jack, I recall you were anxious over June and you were
worrying that she'd be pushing you around.  How has it gone
so far?"

I don't like being the first one called, so I had to think
this over a bit before answering "Well, June has been, well,
very aggressive sexually but otherwise has been quite laid
back.  She fucked my brains out last night, it seemed she
can do the impossible and managed to get me up for three
encores.  She's still a Type A personality but ..." I
reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze "I like her."

At my mention of having my brains fucked out I saw all the
men in the room nod.

"June, how'd it feel to you?"

She only hesitated a moment before answering.  "Well, I did
find myself turned on all the time and when he wasn't ready
to fuck early on, I had him use his hand on me.  Last night
I was so horny, I've never been that ready, I had to use my
mouth to make him ready and he tried to use his mouth on me
but, with the way I was feeling, that wasn't enough.  So I
will want to buy a set of my own for home..."

"You won't have to buy it.  For common items like this you
can keep them for yourself.  Just remember these will set
off the metal detectors at the airports, so, unless you are
really an exhibitionist at heart, which we've not seen here,
don't wear them on the way through security."

That got a lot of wide smiles.

"So you can keep 'em in, at least until this afternoon.  Is
that good?"

I saw all of the men nodding happily and the women looking
pleased.

Our discussion then veered into a different area with a new
question from Ruth:  "So, any of you women frustrated last
night when your man passed out on you?"

Helen was the first to speak up, telling us "I was so angry
when nothing we did could get him hard enough, I wanted to
fuck, he was used up, and I couldn't leave him!"

Peggy, Kim, Alice and Pam were nodding the most but all of
the women seemed to be in agreement.

"How'd it feel to be unable to feel satisfied?"

Peggy spoke up before June could:  "Annoying.  I was so
dependant on him to give me sex.  How was I supposed to feel
when he couldn't deliver?"

On hearing Peggy's lament, June, the most Type-A person in
the whole group, suddenly snapped her head around to look at
me, one of her eyebrows ascending on her forehead.  I saw
Helen look over and get a startled look on her face, as June
looked over to Mark, her husband.

Ruth answered the question, even though it seemed several of
the other women were apparently getting the same answer
while looking over their current partner and then their own
husbands: "Ask your husband how he felt when you weren't in
the mood.  Part of this exercise was intended to let you
women know what it was like to have a sex drive and not be
able to satisfy it."

There was a lot of startled looks on women's faces and Helen
looked upset at me.  Many of the women were looking over at
their own husbands, some less happily than others.

I squeezed June's hand, reminding her that I was there and
I even told her to relax a bit and sit back.  Surprisingly,
she did as I suggested.

It's funny how the most tense and upset were soon melting as
their tension reached their vaginal muscles and worked the
ben-wa balls currently residing there.  Their current
partners seemed to be talking to them quietly so I could not
hear what they were saying while I was trying to reassure
June that she needed to be relaxed.

Then again I would expect that they were whispering the same
kinds of things I was telling June.

Pretty soon June seemed almost catatonic though the smell of
her juices was getting stronger and my dick was waking up.
She looked over at my stiffening resolve and smiled at me.

When I asked what she was doing she told me she was
squeezing the balls in her box and it felt good to do that.
I reminder her that she looked very sexy like that, and,
when she looks pleased, *I* felt good.

Before the meeting broke up we were advised that the ben-wa
balls could be pulled for up to 40 minutes (when we were
supposed to work), Ruth concluded "... I'd like the
distractions to be reduced when food it being worked on."

Well, we went to do the rooms on our schedule today and in
the first room we reached, I went to one knee to help remove
her toy and soon found myself led to a bed and my hard-on
completely engaged in copulating.

Given all of the activity the night before and in the
morning I wasn't in as much of a rush to climax, so June got
a pretty good ride, her first cum within two minutes and we
lost count of her shudders as I continued to slam myself up
deep into her, finally making a deposit within her.

And we discovered that we'd used up a surprising amount of
time like this.  Despite being pretty weak from all of the
work we'd done on a bed, we managed to hustle and get the
rooms done without running more than five minutes late to
the next session, that of prepping lunch.  I did NOT re-
insert the ben-was since I needed June "all there".  We got
to work on our lunch trays today, rolling the meats, laying
out the cheeses, kissing each other, setting up the celery
and carrots, touching each other...

At no point was June really passive, she was always a very
active participant in any activity we performed, even those
I instigated.  Her decision to "play along" was quite a lift
to me.  We did make it to the beach to take a quick look and
she was aggressive in kissing me.

Lunch was very subdued, though I think it was more a case of
exhaustion than anything else.  We inserted the balls back
in her vagina after the meal (I had to lick her into shape
before she could easily accept them) and sat chatting with
the others since there'd been fewer distractions from eating
today.

We next had our psych interview, now so obviously a hypnosis
session.  I was still not remembering any of the contents.
June was happy as we donned the headphones.  I'd seen the
headphones before but apparently they'd previously been put
on us after we were faded out.

The rest of that hour disappeared and we were soon cleaning
the lobby for the next group discussion where I would lose
June to Alice's husband Jeff.

I'd recovered by this time and I was the aggressor in laying
her down, popping out the ben-was and inserting something I
was fond of using.

She was ready.  She did ask me "Are you sure?" and sighed,
smiling widely when I told her I was, finding her body very
ready for me.  She was climaxing like the stereotypical
Chicago voter:  early and often.  She was, if anything,
louder than she'd been before.  There could be no doubt in
my mind that she was enjoying this.

When I finished making my deposit we found ourselves being
applauded as we panted to re-gain our breath.

We soon got up, kissed each other, and I was soon chained to
Pam.

			End Ch 06

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