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From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Ecstatic Cling [09/12] Belle (rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc spank)
Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2003 16:10:06 -0400
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Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net>
Title: Ecstatic Cling: Belle
Part: 09/12
Universe: Ecstatic Cling
Summary: Marital Issues get resolved the "hard" way
Keywords: rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc spank
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		      Ecstatic Cling
		     Night  9:   Belle

		     by Jack C Lipton

Isabelle was her real first name but she preferred to be
just "Belle".  A tiny woman, delicate features, high cheek
bones, long black hair and her breasts and hips were way out
of proportion given how short she was.

Yes, she was exceptionally well stacked.  And, despite the
lack of any visible means of support, her shape was quite
firm.

She was fit.  Probably fit enough to beat me to a pulp if
she wanted to, but she had a kind look in her face.  I still
did keep my anxiety up since I had no idea where this would
all go.

She also had that look that she could fuck me to death just
by looking at me.

Today we started to discuss anal sex and it was amazing how
few women in our group considered it unpleasant.  Only one,
Sandi, complained of extreme discomfort despite all of the
precautions in cleaning and lubrication.

When the men were polled, though, I admitted to a level of
emotional discomfort, probably related to strict toilet-
training as a child.  I've theorized that my older sisters
had reinforced my training by ensuring that I knew how to
handle the seat issue from the very beginning;  this was one
trait Helen had been happy with from the beginning.

So anal sex was not likely to be one of my favorite kinds of
sexual activities.

We worked through various questions, I kind of zoned out,
just holding Belle's hand in my own.  I was have dozing as
we exchanged occasional squeezes.

I've always liked the exchange of squeezes when holding
hands.  Helen had done it at the beginning but it seemed to
have petered out with, well, her apparent interest in things
sexual.  So far every woman I'd been paired with was willing
to exchange some attention at this level.  Admittedly the
level of enthusiasm varied but this wasn't much of a problem
to me.

Belle was good at this kind of exchange and she was soon
leaning against me.  Purring.  Which seems odd, but it seems
people can make a sound somewhat like a purr of contentment.

Who am I kidding?  I made those kinds of noises myself.

We were not quick to get up for the initial cleansing with
the others so we weren't in the first wave to get to the
showers, so we got to watch.  Belle sat on my lap.

Belle was a cuddly little package.

It is interesting how much you can learn about someone while
chained to them and trying to wash each other, starting with
how attentive they are to others and then working to their
bodies.  Her long hair was a pleasure to wash, running my
fingers through it.  Her firm breasts were apparently quite
real despite defying gravity and they felt very nice too,
her nipples seemingly hard enough to etch glass.

If you pay enough attention and the person isn't busy doing
their best to hide their reactions, you learn what kind of
attentions they like getting and what their body responds
to.

Belle, however, was not unwilling to share knowledge with me
when she would moan or take my hand and guide it.  I was far
more reticent in expressing my own responses to her own
inquiries but there is a limit to how much I can hold back.

Going down on this little latina was an experience.  First
off she tasted wonderful, which worked in my favor.  Second
was her clitoris-- almost an inch long once erect-- which
was still sensitive enough that I had to be delicate in any
touches I gave it, though it was too sensitive for me to
suck on.  I ensured that my tongue sought it out for a
stroke often enough to keep her excitement growing.

As much as I tried to lengthen her trip to nirvana the
ben-wa balls and her own basic sensitivity made this a
difficult proposition at best.

So she came quickly.  More than once.  If I couldn't make
her trip a long build-up, well, at least I could help her
with a frequent commute.

There is something to be said for being willing to learn how
a partner likes receiving attention, since it shows them you
care about their pleasure.  I'd seen during this last week
that this pays off in providing your partner a better climax
due you your own commitment to them as a reflection of love.
That this pays back to you as the provider of this attention
may seem so simple since your partner will want to do the
same for you, but that's not much of a benefit compared to
the shining eyes of your lover as she looks at you like you
are her hero.  Belle's hazel eyes were beautiful to me.

I finished her soap check quite pleased with myself despite
the relative ease of the challenge.

Turnabout, however, was tougher on me.  She was extremely
talented in recognizing my responses to her ministrations;
she held off my climax long enough for me to start begging.

She brought me off and smiled around my member as my seed
surged into her mouth, her tongue continuing to stroke my
over-sensitive little head.

Being over-stimulated like this I did as most other men
would, just flopping around like a fish out of water.

I was shaky for several minutes afterwards before we could
get back up so Belle sat on my lap and we cuddled and I was
smart enough to thank her for letting me cum like that.

She smiled coyly and answered "Well, now you know how I felt
after you went down on me."

We didn't have much of an audience any longer, just two of
the counseling couples, before we finally gathered what was
left of our strength and went to the task of getting the
dining room ready.

Now I don't really understand what was going on, but I tend
to be analytical of various experiences and I was getting a
better and better understanding of some of the dynamics of
the way our days were laid out.  The bonding experience we
went through in cooperatively cleaning each other would lead
a couple to grow much closer together quickly.  Of course
any resistance we might have must be one of the things that
would be addressed in the daily "psych" session.

The evidence for this was found in the work of arranging the
dining room;  Belle and I were flowing together.  It seemed
almost natural the way we worked, our hands always in the
right place.  We only had a few mis-steps in the first two
minutes of the work but soon we could do no wrong, adapting
seemingly by magic to each other's height and reach.

This level of integration between us I'd only occasionally
seen before, it was an almost religious experience.  I found
myself more than occasionally pulling her into a hug and
kiss and found myself pulled into a clinch by her as well.

So we had a pretty good time preparing the room for dinner.
We also ended up talking "lovey-lovey" with each other.  It
is truly amazing how much you can communicate with such
small words and well timed and placed touches.

Dinner was a nice chicken parmigiana with spaghetti;  on
first sight I realized that we would be making quite a mess.

Hmmmm...  This could be fun.

And it was fun.  We ate well enough, there were some spills
but none was hot enough to burn.  Afterwards I cleaned the
spills off of her not inconsiderable charms with my tongue;
I was surprised to find her reciprocating.

Well, we didn't pay attention to the others but it seemed
this practice was fairly common.

We ended up not having a bad time cleaning up after dinner
with Belle and I taking "cuddle breaks" fairly often.  I had
not fully recovered the ability to get an erection and we'd
left each other a little sticky.

So, before the next group discussion, we made a quick dash
into the shower.  Nudity as a basic practice seemed to be
making more sense as time went on and I hope Helen would be
comfortable with it as a practice at home.

So we arrived at the evening's discussion pretty fresh and
clean-- and late.  After apologizing for our tardiness, we
found seats.

I think we would have only chosen to rinse rather than wash
if we'd known what we were in for.

Yes, Ruth decided some form of punishment was in order, and,
it seems, we were the first couple to have "deserved" it.

So we stood, as a couple, both guilty (well, we were) and
two paddles were handed out.  I was to get one whack from
each of the women while Belle would get one from each of the
men.

Let me go on record here and tell you that spanking does not
excite me in the slightest, no matter how nice the woman
striking my bottom may be.  Helen, when her turn came, did
apologize for having to do this and, unusually, she did not
use all of her considerable strength on me.

Likewise, I could tell the men taking a swing at Belle did
not put much of their force into it, excepting her husband
George, who was stopped before he could take a second swing
at her butt.

It is understandable that we were both very uncomfortable
when this little ritual was finally played out.  I was
handed a tube of an anesthetic ointment so I sat on my
burning butt and laid her across my lap to apply the
material to Belle's stinging fundament as the discussion
picked up and George got placed on the hot seat by Ruth.

"So, George, why did you want to take a second swing at your
wife's bottom?  What has she done to deserve that?"

He was uncomfortable as the center of attention, sitting
there with June.  I didn't put too much of my own attention
on him as I continued to massage Belle's firm cheeks with
my right hand.  He looked over several times and I could see
him getting angry.

So Ruth prompted him with "George, why are you so angry
right now with Belle?  We want to hear the truth, now."

There was now no doubt that this was a post-hypnotic
response given his sudden confusion as his mouth moved
despite his preference to keep it shut.  "That little tramp
is enjoying herself too much, running around.  I saw her
come like a freight train in the shower today and I've seen
her for the last week fucking around like she enjoys it!"

Enough of the rest of us had learned from this, why was it
taking so long for him to catch on?  Belle, on my lap, was
holding her tongue back as I massaged her buns long past the
time needed for therapeutic purposes.  Yes, I enjoyed my
touching of her body, my own discomfort keeping me
thankfully flaccid as I toyed with her lower back and
thighs.

Ruth turned to us, with a look of irritation on her face.
"Belle, anything you'd like to say to him?"

If I'd realized how angry she was I would have known enough
to back off a little bit.  It seemed my efforts to comfort
her backside could have been, well, redirected.

"George, we're here because you don't like to give me what I
want, and a spanking ain't it.  You wouldn't go down on me
but it was fine for me to go down on you.  You didn't want
me to cum, did you?  But it was okay for you to cum as much
as you wanted on me, in me, wherever.  So you got to have a
lot of fun and *I* didn't.  I don't think that was fair of
you!  And now you're getting around, right?  How do you
think I've felt, getting chained to someone new every day?
I wasn't used to having someone kind to me and so many of
the men here have shown me what it's like to have a real man
care about getting me off!"

If Helen had said something like that to me I would have
wanted to die.  Actually, I pretty much had been ready to
say that kind of thing to Helen, but what drew me short was
her reference to how a woman would feel in this process.

For me, as a man, it was pleasant to know I'd get a woman's
undivided attention for a day and that the rotation would
expose me to several women.  Very seldom did it percolate to
my own brain that a woman was less likely to prefer multiple
partners over time or the attention she would be getting
from any of us.

So I got anxious and had to ask her "Am I okay for you,
Belle?  I don't want to be too pushy..."

She turned to me, her face glowing with a blinding smile as
she answered "You're okay, Jack.  You're nice enough."  She
then turned her face back to her husband, with "So you don't
like seeing him rubbing my ass and trying to make me feel
good, big deal!  I like his hands on me right now.  Why
can't you have used your hands to get me to feel good
instead of depending on my programming as a child to do for
you as a duty?"

George looked sheepish at this but got more anxious when
Ruth asked for a vote over who felt he needed to be punished
himself for his insensitivity.  Given how offended I was of
his treatment of the woman on my lap, I removed my right
hand from its place squeezing her thigh to raise it with
others.

June, sitting next to him, had her hand up too, as did Helen
though her current partner Claude did not.  Belle chose not
to vote as well (perhaps a good move) and Carl and Walter
also stayed out of it.

There was quite a majority.  George was soon standing and
each woman who'd voted yes (which was all but Belle) got a
chance to swat his ass.  June, being only able to use her
left hand, seemed disappointed that she couldn't hit him any
harder.

I soon found myself across Belle's lap as she got to put the
ointment on my still stinging bottom, then the tube was
passed around the room to where June had the opportunity to
treat George's burning butt.

Now I didn't enjoy the spanking at all, but, in the future,
I would probably consider a little bit of this a play simply
for the kind of aftermath I was finally experiencing as
Belle worked the ointment into my battered bottom.  Like me
she went well beyond therapeutic activities and I was quite
relaxed when I heard a "Yow!" from George interrupting Ruth
talking about the function of punishment and how it needs to
be moderated and controlled.

"What's wrong George?"

"She just stuck a finger up my ass!"

Ruth smiled and answered "Oh, c'mon, that's not serious!"

George moaned.  I looked over, I could tell that June was
running a finger in and out of his asshole.  George moaned
again.  One counseling couple went over and whispered in
June's ear and then the woman made an odd gesture with her
hand which, after rotating her hand palm down, June
apparently followed (the motion is not something on could
"see" given where the digit was).

George was moaning non-stop, interspersed with unanswered
questions like "What are you doing?" and a lot of "no!"
before he groaned.

I suddenly felt Belle prod at my own asshole, something I
was especially sensitive about, so, doing the best I could
to fight off the slick digit without hurting her, I turned
my face and asked her, "Belle, please don't.  I'm very
anxious over my asshole and this would upset me."

She'd stopped all attention when I started talking but she
backed off from penetrating my butt-hole by the time I'd 
asked her not to.  I thanked her.

I finally sat up next to Belle, kissed her, and sat as Ruth
discussed what June had done to George (now sitting
red-faced next to her, giving her scared looks now and
then) as a "prostate massage".

So Ruth pinned him down with a question: "So, George, how
did it feel when you came?"

He looked cornered but he answered before he could be
further pressed for details.  "Surprised how quickly it
happened."

"And surprised how good it finally felt, right?"

He nodded.  I don't think he trusted himself to speak at
that point.

I didn't pay attention to Belle's look at me being too busy
trying to forget my own close call.

For Belle and I it was a quick hand-washing and then we went
to bed early, getting into a nice "cuddly" spoon position,
my renewed erection teasing her vulva.  She purred, moved
around and I was suddenly inside her, pushing against the
ben-wa balls in her very wet channel.  She told me to wait
a moment before she pulled off of me, pulled out the balls,
and slid me back inside her to the balls.

While the above sounds effortless it wasn't.  Despite how
slippery her insides were, she could not qualify, to me,
as "ZIF" (Zero Insertion Force).

We coupled in as close to a spoon position as possible still
compatible with as full a penetration feasible and we worked
ourselves up gently to our orgasms, making my contribution
as her climax was fading.

It was easy to fall asleep.  We didn't even pull apart as we
passed out in position.

Sleep would have qualified as "fitful" if not for how and
why we awakened;  twice during the night we awakened on the
edge of orgasm, slammed together, came together, and faded
right back out.

The third such awakening had us cumming together as the
phone rang for our wake-up call.  We cuddled for a few
minutes before we got up, peed, rinsed and headed for the
exercise room.

We got there early in the rotation and got warmed up on the
recumbent bicycles, re-inserting her ben-wa balls before she
got on.  They were doing her a lot of good in getting her
worked up again.

There is something musical and magical in hearing a woman
gasping through a climax.   That her pussy made a mess of
the seat, showing remains of my deposits within her, still
provided me a thrill.

We got up to see George and June, with George staring at
Belle's deposit on the seat.  June got a predatory smile on
her face and climbed on, running her own swollen vulva on
the mess and moaning herself.  George almost looked panicked
but he got on the seat I'd vacated and started his own warm
up.

For her short stature Belle's breasts and hips were, well,
rather large.  This was not lost on me as we exercised and
those mounds with their hard nipples rubbed my chest and my
not completely flaccid dick stroked her exposed clitoris.
Each exercise had her cumming and got me excited enough when
we reached the Luv Seat to try out some of the more unusual
positions the seat could place her in.

I was still a long way from being able to ejaculate again
but I was certainly enjoying being with her and bringing her
to ecstacy more than once.  That kind of thing does wonders
for the male ego.

We quickly exited to the showers where we washed and shaved
each other.  She didn't have much in the way of stubble,
really, but she wanted me to do it anyway.

I realized that we were bonding to a degree that could give
us troubles later but, well, we were enjoying this too much.

She wanted to sit on me for breakfast and I was not far from
being able to give her another injection while we ate.  She
didn't push me over the edge which was nice in it's own way
but left me pretty horny for our morning group meeting.

She seemed far too happy and smiling as we walked into the
lobby.

Uh oh.  There were tubes of lubricant at each seat.  I half
expected to be encouraged to take Belle anally which wasn't
really much of a draw for me.

Well, I wasn't off by much though I didn't realize it at the
time.

I was soon on the edge of the seat, Belle with my slick
penis in her hand, as each woman received tutoring in
advanced hand-jobs.  All I could do was lean back and enjoy
the attention between my wide-spread legs.

I was right on the edge of my climax when her slick finger
slid into my ass and found my prostate.

There was no doubt now what the hand-job was for, it got my
mind into standby, allowing me to tolerate having her finger
penetrate my anus despite my anxiety seen the previous
evening.

I'd been on the edge before, mindlessly letting her have her
way with me, but the finger in my ass would have un-done a
lot had she not zeroed in on that one internal part.

I painted her face.  I never realized that I could fire so
much sperm in one climax, but each spurt seemed like a large
load.

I'd seen enough "cum facials" before in film and never found
them exciting.

Until now, that is.

There must be something to it being my own sperm on her face
rather than someone else's.  Her darker skin also contrasted
well with the whiteness of the lines my sperm had drawn.

Smiling with a face she'd decorated with my DNA was exciting
but was unlikely to get me standing up at attention again on
it's own, but her continued stroking of my prostate had all
of me except my dick quite limp.  There was no way my balls
could reload quickly enough but my dick was very hard and
very sensitive.

She slicked up my tool some more with more lubricant as she
continued the attention to my insides.  I was so burned out
I could not speak.

So when she quit and sat down next to me on the sofa, I was
still pretty far out of it.  She smiled again.

My erection did not fade.  It stayed hard, the glistening
lubrication cooling it but it wasn't shrinking at all.  I
didn't feel as much tension but it seemed to have a mind of
its own.

I finally mustered the energy to look around.  All of the
women in our group were sporting facials and seeing Helen
with a faceful of sperm gave me a mix of lust and fear.

As near as I could tell all of the other men were in the
same basic mental state I was in.  Only one other man still
had an erection that was still up.

We got a lecture about how a prostate massage works and why
it hits men so hard.  I don't recall much of it since I was
so wasted, but then, the details were of little real use to
me.

Or to any of the other men.

I had some energy to finally ask, before the meeting was
ended, "Uh, Ruth, why didn't I see a facial like this,"
pointing to Belle, "exciting before but now I find it a lot
more exciting now?"

That was a pretty smug smile on Ruth though it seemed two
other men were interested in the answer.  "It wouldn't mean
much to you until you've done it once.  Now you can find it
more exciting to see."

I nodded at this.  Leading us with my still-hard erection,
we headed for our room-cleaning tasks and we were stopped by
Ruth who spoke to Belle: "Don't let it stay up to long.  It
has to come down in the next hour.  OK?"

Belle nodded.  Ruth went to intercept Bill and Joanie since
he was also still at attention.

Instead of working on the first room right away I grabbed
Belle, laid her on the bed, pulled out the toys and started
to fuck her brains out with my hardness.

I got quite a workout.  I lost count of her orgasms while
waiting for my own opportunity to show up and I finally was
able to cum in her.

It wasn't always comfortable but the ending was good.

It was a relief to see my dick finally shrink but now it was
Belle who was panting from her long string of climaxes.

We had to hurry to get the three rooms done but it was easy
with only a little bit of kissing at times.  (I kissed her
despite the marks of drying semen on her face.  I was very
surprised to not feel even slightly grossed out by this.)
Again the magic of perfect harmony made our work seem
effortless.

It was a nice day and lunch was going to be made on the gas
grills again, so we quickly got them ready to run before
taking a quick walk on the beach, this time venturing out to
where the sand was still wet.  It feels good to be holding
a lovely woman's hand on a beach in the bright sunlight.  It
was almost idyllic and it actually took some effort for us
both to walk back to make lunch.

Lunch was rather, well, subdued.  We all ate hungrily but
the level of touching and kissing was far less aggressive
than it had been in the past.

Of course, that could have been me, recovering from the
three orgasms of this morning.  I was certainly subdued even
with the attention I was giving Belle.

After lunch we took a quick shower to rinse ourselves off
before entering our hypnosis session.

Nothing was said to me as I sat down on the reclining
loveseat with Belle and I faded without any prompting.

Awakening this time was a little confusing as we got funny
looks from our hypnotists.

We were in a somber mood while cleaning the lobby.  I'd felt
this before with Beth so it hurt more than a little to lose
her company again.  While the sexual attention had been so
very nice it was the effortless harmony in our work and talk
that was seductive.

We didn't put on a show beyond petting each other when the
rest of the folks showed up.  Ruth nodded to us when she
came in, adding "Smart move.  Anything more would hurt,
right?"

We both nodded.

I looked around and saw a lot of sad faces.  It looked like
we were all learning to miss our temporart partners.

Within minutes I was chained to Kim.  As short as Belle had
been Kim was even shorter with an almost flat chest, which,
to me, didn't detract from her attractiveness.  She seemed
sweet enough to me since she smiled at me and I had the
sense to smile back.

But that didn't stop me looking over and locking eyes with
Belle.  I didn't understand why she looked so sad just then
and, considering this, my own face must have reflected her
pensive expression.

I still missed Belle.  I also worried about Helen.  I was
already getting sad thinking about this when Kim snapped me
out of it by jumping in my lap and kissing me.

Uh oh.

			End Ch 09

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