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Chapter 44

They kept Joan until Wednesday evening and the woman had the
time of her life.  It wasn't constant sex, but there was constant
companionship and a level of acceptance she'd never felt before.
Wednesday afternoon, she found herself alone for a short time in the
master bath.  She stood looking at the mirror, wondering what all these
people saw in her.

She could admit she wasn't bad-looking ... for forty-two.  But
the women here were just unbelievably beautiful.  Why were the men and
(she blushed) the women here interested in her?  Sure, she was an
amazing business woman, but they could have easily paid her for those
services and never had anything to do with her beyond that.  But
everyone seemed to genuinely like her -- and more, to find her
desirable.

Her breasts, never very large, were sagging slightly, less full
than they'd been in her youth.  She had a bit of extra weight around
the middle, even if not very much, since she spent a lot of time in the
gym.  But some.  She turned to the side to examine the profile of her
naked body.  Her ass was pretty good, but she looked ... soft.  There
was no way to hide her age, nor did she *want* to feel like she had to.
As she thought about it, she realized that no one here actually had
made her feel like she had to, but she still compared herself to the
other women.  She just couldn't figure out why they wanted her.

"That is because you are looking in the wrong place for your
answer," came a voice.

Joan spun and was faced with the most beautiful woman she'd ever
seen.  Anywhere.  She literally couldn't talk; hell, she couldn't even
breath.  Sweat beaded on her skin, and her legs felt weak.  Her nipples
hardened into points, and her sex, now neatly trimmed with shaved lips,
grew damp.

"Look again," said the soft voice, as the woman indicated the
mirror.

Joan did not recognize the person in the reflection, not at
first.  The body was the same as hers, but the woman herself was
different.  Strong, confident, intelligent -- all attributes she knew
she had, but now displayed in a way she'd never experienced.  This
woman, she knew, was desirable. Having this woman submit to your sexual
desires, share her desires with you, would be a privilege.  The strong
vision faded until she was left with the reflection she was used to.
Almost.  There was something lingering there, a glimpse of herself that
she'd never seen before.  Her focus shifted, but the beautiful red head
was nowhere to be seen.

Ari poked her head into the room and said, "Hey, you coming
down?  Dinner's ready"

Joan smiled at the minx, as she'd come to think of her, and
nodded.  She was as naked as the teen, had been since yesterday, and
realized that this was possibly the longest time she'd ever spent
naked.  It felt good.

She smiled to herself thinking about all that had happened in
just a day or so.  She'd spent most of her time with Ari, Ken and Jane,
but Sally and Eric and been with her, as well.  They talked, they ate,
had sex, swam, read, it was amazing.  What was more amazing was how she
reacted to all of them.  It wasn't the same way she reacted to Genie
and Bill.  Bill had had her this morning, at Ken's behest, and she'd
enjoyed it.  But he was different than the others.  And Sally had been
very welcoming.  Very open and sexy.  Joan blushed, thinking about how
she'd been surprised to get a mouthful of milk when she'd sucked on
Sally's nipple.  She should have known, of course, but it wasn't
something she'd thought of.

Well, sucking anything on a woman wasn't something she'd usually
thought about.  Joan forgot about the woman who'd been in the bathroom
with her until it was time for bed, and she was standing in front of
the same mirror.

She turned to Ken. "Did you have another friend here today?  A
redheaded woman?"

"No," replied Ken.

Joan got a confused look on her face. "But I saw her in the
bathroom.  She was beautiful. I mean really, really beautiful, like no
one I've ever seen."

"What were you doing when you saw her?" asked Ken, knowing full
well what had happened.

"Looking in the mirror," said Joan, blushing a bit.

"Well, there's your answer," replied Ken.

"What?"

"The beautiful woman.  Must have been you," he smiled.

"Master, you're such a flatterer," said Jane, guiding Joan to
the bed.

"That's not what I meant," began the woman as Jane lay her down.
"I don't even have red hair, ohhhh..."

Jane's tongue made her completely lose her train of thought.
Ken's cock sliding into her asshole completed the derailment and Joan
was unable to think clearly for a long time.

Thursday, Ken discovered what happens when you take five people
who worship a sex goddess to the beach.  It wasn't that it was a
disaster, but it certainly was an interesting experience.

They all piled into the mini-van, it being the largest vehicle
that would hold all of them, and headed out.  Ken was a bit unsure
about taking Arianwen and Jane to the beach.  His trepidation only
increased when he saw what they planned to wear.  Even the short
glimpse he had of it before they put on their wraps excited him.
Goddess knew what it would do to the unsuspecting public.

They decided to go to Venice beach, since the girls wanted to
walk along the boardwalk and look at all the shops and street
performers.  Ken was fine with that and was fully prepared not to go
into the water at all.  He liked the beach, but the Pacific was nothing
if not freezing -- especially in June.

They started the day out on the beach, laying down on towels in
the sand and enjoying the sun.  Ken noticed, after about a half an
hour, there was a circle of blankets around them.  There was plenty of
room on the rest of the beach, and it was pretty early on a weekday,
but people seemed to like being near the spot the Circle had picked.
Well, if nothing else, the ladies of the Circle were well worth looking
at.

Sally's bikini covered more skin than Jane or Ari's.  Even
though the suit was something that only a Victoria's Secret model could
normally pull off, Sally did it with ease.  It was a deep blue and
outlined her beautiful body perfectly.  Her breasts, still heavy with
milk, contrasted nicely with her otherwise lean body.  She generated a
fair amount of attention, but no one was willing to brave the Nordic
god at her side to get too close.  Eric, blonde haired, tanned and now
even bigger than he'd been before, garnered a lot of female (and a few
male) glances.

Ken was surprised that a fair number of female looks were
directed his way.  By this time, they were all quite proficient at
reigning in the pheromones they produced, but somehow they still seemed
to exude sexual attraction.  He'd never thought of himself as
particularly attractive, but he had to admit he was looking better than
he ever had before.  Regular workouts with Eric and the martial arts
classes were honing his body quite nicely.  Women were noticing that.
He could see a number of men wondering which of the other two women was
his girlfriend; if they could figure that out, they could go for the
unattached one.  He didn't think they'd believe that two of the three
were his wives.

Still, it was Arianwen and Jane that drew the most eyes.  Jane
was wearing a black thong with a top that barely covered her large
breasts.  There was no doubt that she was totally shaved, since the
strip covering her pussy was tissue-paper thin and every line of her
sex could be seen, including the bump of her clit ring.  The only time
most people saw someone wearing a thong that small was in a porno movie
or a model shoot, so her beautiful body, lean and smoothly muscled,
definitely drew some stares.

Ari was wearing a tiny, pale-green thong.  Her top barely
covered her nipples, and it was patently clear she, too, was pierced.
The thong was so small, she'd had to completely shave the rest of her
pubic hair, and her pale skin shone in the sun.  The exhibitionist in
her was really getting off on this.  Ari was the first to brave the
ocean and Ken discovered that when she came out of the water, the suit
had become completely translucent.

"Ari," he said, admiring her shining, lithe form as she prepared
to lay down on her blanket, "were you aware that that suit is almost
completely see-through when it gets wet?"

She looked at him and blinked.  "Really Master?"  Blink, blink.

Ken sighed and shook his head.  Not long afterward, since Ari
had successfully dared the waves without seeming too cold, he walked to
the edge of the water to try it for himself.  It was cool, but to his
surprise it wasn't freezing.  Enjoying the scents and sounds of the
ocean, he stood there a moment to let the waves wash over his knees.

He moved a little further out into the water and actually
started swimming around, his first time in the Pacific without a wet
suit.  While playing in the swells, he admired a young teen who was
body surfing.  She was an elfin little blond, enjoying a day of sun and
water.  Her slight curves were hidden by the top of her wet suit, but
he got flashes of a fantastic, compact little ass as she rode the
waves.  She was chilled as the water was quite cold today (what? cold?
it was the warmest *he'd* ever felt it), but her body warmed as she
became aware of his attention.  Ken decided it was time to go back on
the beach beforeLinda, the little blonde, drowned because he couldn't
keep from dipping into her thoughts.

He'd started wading in when he heard a shriek behind him.  He turned
just in time to see Linda being swept toward him by a large wave,
apparently out of control and almost on top of him.  He caught her body
as she slammed into him and rolled with the force.

She hadn't planned on hitting him quite that hard, but then,
she'd had no idea he'd still be standing when the wave hit him.  They
came up exactly as she wanted them to: with his arms around her.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry, mister!" she said.  Her eyes were a light
blue and her skin clear, with a sprinkling of freckles on it.

Ken read that she wasn't the least bit sorry; this had turned
out even better than she'd expected.  "No problem," he replied,
smiling.  It felt odd to know his smile made her wet, and not with sea
water.  "I'm sure that there are far worse things that could have been
hiding in a wave than a beautiful young woman."

Linda blushed.  At fourteen, she was not used to thinking of
herself as a woman.

Ken let her go, and she stood there panting as he walked back to the
beach.  Linda was ready, very ready for sex -- at least physically.
But he sensed that emotionally, she'd end up overly attached to whoever
took her virginity, and that might be a bad thing if she weren't
careful.

If there was going to be a problem today with someone laying
their hands on a Priestess, Ken figured it would be Ari or Jane that
caused it.  It wasn't.  It was Sally, the Priestess least likely to
flirt.  She'd decided to walk up to grab some drinks for them when Ken
felt a bolt of panic come from her.  Eric put the baby in Jane's hands
and was gone in a flash.  Ken still got to the small store first.

"Hey mamma, you lookin' real good, ya know?" said one of the
greasy teens who had her cornered.

A quick scan showed that these guys weren't real trouble, at
least not to a woman, but they did get off on harassing them.  They
liked to pick fights with guys, though, as long as the odds were good.

"Thanks.  Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to my
husband and baby," said Sally in a cold tone.

Normally, these guys would have just left her alone after seeing
she didn't like them, perhaps just making a few cat calls and maybe
copping a feel.  But her fear had made her control slip, and now
Sally's pheromones were filling the air.  They were now very horny and
they wanted her bad.  Ken and Eric sensed that, this time, the group
would go too far and pull Sally out back for a little fun.  It wasn't
*completely* their fault. Only mostly.

Which was why Eric decided to let them live.

"Hey, Sally," he said walking up. "Can I give you a hand with
the drinks?"

Ken was happy that Eric didn't try to address the four guys
cornering his wife.   He didn't want a confrontation.

Sally's voice was a little shaky when she answered, "Thanks,
honey, that'd be great."

"'Scuse me, guys," Eric smiled as he pushed forward.

Normally, that would have been that.  Eric was just too big to
fuck with, at least without more of their pals to help out.  But they
were horny, and now frustrated, and they wanted THIS woman.

"Hey, hold on man.  What you think you doin'?"  said their
spokesman.

Eric frowned, as if noticing the smaller guy for the first time.
"Oh, just giving my wife a hand carrying back some drinks."

"Hey, that's a good idea," said the guy, his hormones overriding
his already not-so-good sense.  "Why doan you take the drinks, and she
can come back later."

That was enough for Eric, whose tone went flat.  "I don't think
so."

"Hey, bro, I didn't ask you what you thought," said the mouth as
he moved closer to Eric.  His eyes flashed to his friend who was behind
the big man.  It was too late, though.  Ken had caught the thought and
was already moving before the knife ever came out.  Stupid guy number
two was surprised when a hand closed on his wrist before he could even
get his knife clear of the sheath.  His face went white as the bones in
his wrist bent from the force.

"You don't want to do that," said Ken very softly.

Mouth thought it was a grand time to take a swing at Eric.  He
actually landed the punch, for all the good it did him.  Eric just
looked at him, completely un-phased by the strike.

With far more patience than Ken would have granted, Eric said,
"That was your only chance.  Now, why don't you move along?"

Wondering what happened to his backup, and apparently somewhat
cowed by the fact that Eric hadn't even seemed to notice the punch,
Mouth started backing off.

About that time, another guy was maneuvering behind Ken and
decided to hit him with a sap.  It was an easy target and he didn't
understand how he missed.  He was still wondering that as he tried to
draw a breath while pain blossomed through his diaphragm and he tried
to hold on to his lunch.  He hadn't even seen Ken move.  The guy with
the knife was cradling his wrist and Mouth had finally started to
realize that this had been a bad idea.  A fourth guy had been standing
off to one side, and had seen it all, and wisely figured no piece of
ass was worth messing with these two.  It didn't hurt that Ken's
presence had dampened Sally's effect and the rest were starting to come
to their senses.  Hands raised in surrender, Bright Boy snagged his
pals and led them in hasty retreat.

Ken was annoyed as they walked back to the blanket.  Sally was
shaking.  As many times as she'd been off Nemetodunum's grounds lately,
she still felt nervous and unprotected when she was.  Ken's annoyance
wasn't directed at her, of course, but at himself.  He should have
realized that something like this would happen and planned better.  In
the future, he thought as they sat down, he'd have to teach Sally how
to keep better control of herself.  They all needed to make sure that
they could control their abilities to avoid situations like this.  And
protect themselves for when they couldn't avoid a confrontation.

Sally was much better by the time they sat down, though she was
embarrassed that she'd caused a problem.

"Sally, they were cruisin'.  They're moron's who get off on
harassing people.  It normally wouldn't have gone very far.  However,"
he smiled gently, "you forgot how attractive you can be to someone.
They kinda got too aroused to think about the consequences.

He reached over and gave her a reassuring hug, then smirked
humorlessly as a thought occurred to him. "Though, quite frankly, I
don't know what would happen to anyone who tried to rape you."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I just get the feeling that Lea wouldn't be very amused," was
Ken's response.

Real rape was usually about violence and control and only
partially about sex.  This attack would have been about sex.  Were the
women protected somehow?  It was a troubling thought if they weren't.
If they ended up as targets because of their intense sexual attraction,
that would be horrible.  But Jane and Ari were out and about all the
time, and they had no problems.  He knew from their comments that men
came on to them a lot, but a polite 'no' had always worked.

Speaking of Ari, he thought, where the hell was she?

As soon as he thought that, he knew.  She was with Linda.  A very
confused, very horny, Linda.

They were in a concealed area under a pier, and Ari had the
girl's bottoms pushed aside with her tongue working over the girl's
sparsely-haired cunt.  Linda smelled and tasted like the sea, and Ari
was enjoying every second as she drew a huge orgasm out of the girl.
How, Linda was wondering, wondered, could another girl make her feel
this way?  What about love?  Romance?  Her thoughts fragmented from
another orgasm that caused her to collapse to her knees.  Ari drew away
and kissed her.

"Linda hon, there's a difference between sex play and true
love," she said, obviously picking up on an earlier part of a
conversation.  It was weird -- it felt to Ken almost like he was there.
He could faintly smell Linda's sweat and, of course, Ari's very
familiar scent.  "See what I mean now?"

"Sort of," said the panting girl.  She really wasn't thinking too
clearly.

"Don't think that breaking that little bit of skin between your
legs means real love, forever.  If that's what your virginity means to
you, than by all means, keep it until you find true love.  But just
because you give it up to some guy doesn't mean he's gonna see it the
same way."  Ari leaned forward and kissed the girl deeply, then left.

Linda was recovering now.  She had no idea what to make of the
experience she'd just had.  A complete stranger, a girl just a few
years older than her, had given her the best orgasm of her life.  She'd
been sure that that could only happen with her true love; that any man
who could make her feel this way *would* be her true love.  Ken's
perspective shifted, and he saw that Linda would have been very, very
disappointed in Bob, a handsome senior she knew who would have fucked
her, then left her.  Her life wouldn't have been ruined, but it would
have been years before she had understood why he hadn't loved her.

Ken saw that she might or might not have sex with Bob, most
likely not, now.  But her perspective on sex and love had been
radically changed by her chance encounter with Arianwen.  Ken could
feel Ari's body tingling with lust.  The other teen was very pretty,
but Ari had done all she was going to do with her.

Time and place refocused, and Ken was back with the rest of his Circle.

When Ari got back, they packed everything up and went for a
walk.  There were street performers, all kinds of shops for food and
tourist junk, and, of course, dozens of beautiful women.  Eventually,
they passed the area that was an outdoor gym.

Lots of very big guys, and quite a few big woman, were pumping
iron in the hot sun.  Of course, this drew Eric's attention, and he
stopped to watch.  He caught the eye of a well-muscled, dark-skinned
woman who smiled at him.

"Hey big guy, you're on the wrong side of the fence," she
smiled, admiring his shirtless form.

Ken admired her body.  She was clearly of Mexican descent and
was well cut.  Her skin gleamed darkly with sunscreen and sweat.  She
flipped her shoulder length, dark hair as she spoke to Eric.

"Naa," he replied with a smile. "It's too hot for me to be
liftin'."

"Hey Wanda, don't bother the guy," said another woman.  She was
also dark-skinned, but in her case it was because of a tan.  She was as
tall as Jane, but even more heavily muscled than her partner.  It was
obvious to Ken that she and Wanda were lovers.  "Sheesh, he's got a
wife and kids with him," she smiled, shaking her head.

"Hey, I don't know they're his," replied Wanda.  "For all I know
they belong to the scrawny one." she said indicating Ken.

Ken chuckled from the comment.  He saw that this was a game for
these two.  They were lovers, but did manage to entice the occasional
guy or gal to spend time with them.  But not just anyone would do --
they had to be very strong.

"Yo, what you laughin' at," asked the big woman.  She was still
smiling, but he could see it was a challenging smile.

"Now look who's buggin' people," said Wanda to the blonde woman.
"They're not gonna wanna talk to us, they already got three women with
'em.  Well two and that little one.  Come on and leave 'em alone.  I
need a spotter," said Wanda, starting to turn back toward the weights.

"What?" said Ari in mock-distress, "I don't count as a woman?"

The blonde walked over to the fence and looked through it.  She
towered over Arianwen.  "Honey, maybe in a few years you'll be old
enough to be a woman."  She paused.  "Not that you're not delectable
now."  This last was said to shock, but of course, that didn't work.

Ari grinned, and Ken knew trouble was coming.  "Ari," he said in
a warning tone.

"Sounds like Daddy's callin'." Then she said in a loud stage
whisper, "If you can slip away later, come on back."

"Hey, I'll bet I can out lift you," said Ari.

Ken put his head in his hands.  She might be right, but Ken
didn't think it would be a good idea for her to actually prove it.
Besides, he had doubts that Ari *could* out lift the woman.  They were
all quite strong, and getting stronger, but Wanda and her friend were
big girls, and Ari didn't weight-train.

Wanda let out a bark of laughter.  "Honey, your Daddy couldn't out
lift Susan."

Ken was ready to walk away at this point.  They'd all had their
fun.  The lifters had determined that neither of the men, or women,
would rise to their challenge, and so they'd look for someone else to
entertain them this afternoon.

Eric had other ideas.

"I bet he can," he said.

"Eric," said Ken, his tone warning the big man not to continue.


He was in the minority.  Their High Priest had been challenged and
they wanted to show he was up to it.

"What you got to bet, hot stuff?" asked Wanda's partner.  "I
don't think your wife's gonna like the terms of payment when you lose."

Sally, too, rose to the bait, obviously over the earlier
incident.  With a big grin, she looked at Wanda and said, "Make your
terms, Wanda.  We'll pay up."  Had his Circle gone nuts?

"Hey guys, this is not a good idea," said Ken.

He was soundly ignored as the three slaves, who were not about to see
their Masters insulted, bargained with the lifters.

"If he out lifts you," said Jane, "you two are ours for an hour.
If he fails, then you get to choose any or all of us for the same
amount of time."

The women were surprised.  It had been clear what they were
trolling for, but they'd rarely had it set up as this sort of
challenge.

"Even her?" asked Wanda pointing to Arianwen.

Ari leaned into the fence and purred, "For one hour, I'll do
whatever you tell me."  She licked her lips and Wanda felt lust slam
into her gut like a fifty-pound weight.  "Anything," finished Ari with
emphasis.

"That's twice, Ari," said Ken.

Arianwen looked at him in confusion.

"We'll talk about it later," said Ken.  "Let's get this over
with."

Wanda met him at the entrance and got him and Eric inside.
Apparently, the guy knew the game Wanda and Susan played and he let Ken
and Eric in with no trouble.  He looked at Eric and said, "Gee, I'd
like to get in on this bet."

"Gerry," said Susan, "back down, boy.  I doubt he swings that
way."

Gerry looked hopeful, but Eric just shook his head.

"What's your max?" he asked Eric while they walked back to the
bench where the women were setting up for the bet.  Eric told him, and
he blinked, sure the man was lying.

"Here's the way it works," said Susan with an evil grin.  "You
gotta beat what I lift."  She indicated the bench to Ken and said,
"You'll use that."

Ken nodded.  He knew she had something up her sleeve.  She
didn't know if Ken wanted to have sex with her, but she knew she wanted
Eric.  Still, she had every intention of winning, so that she'd be able
to have the choice.  If they really weren't into it after she won,
she'd let them walk.

She started piling weight onto the squat bar, and Eric realized
what was going on.

"Hey," he said, "That's not fair.  You can't squat while he
benches!"

"He agreed," said Wanda smiling.  "You wanna back out?  All you
lose now is some pride."

Ken shook his head no, and Susan prepared her squat.  There was
a lot of weight on the bar: four hundred and five pounds.  Not a world
record, but a hell of a lot of weight.  Even so, he knew that she
thought Eric would be able to bench it, but not him.  She did her
squat, her form perfect, and carefully maneuvered the bar on back onto
the rack.

Susan turned toward him with a big smile, and they loaded the
other bar.  "You want me to spot you?" she asked sweetly.  "Looks like
you're gonna need it."

"Nope," replied Ken.  "But thanks, anyway."

"Hey," said Gerry, "No spotter, no lift."

Ken shrugged and looked at Susan, who positioned herself at the
head of the bench.  Now he saw why she offered to spot.  Her baggy
shorts gave a clear view of her hairy pussy.  He could smell her easily
and knew she was getting aroused by the thought of watching Ari with
Wendy while having Eric fuck her.  Ken also knew that she'd stacked the
odds, so as he reached for the bar, he casually said, "Eric, could you
please add another ten?  After all, the bet was to be able to lift
more, not the same."

"Damn, you don't miss a trick do you?" said Wanda.

"On each side?" asked Eric.

"Sure, why not," replied Ken.

Then he pulled the bar off the rests and slowly benched the
weight.  Five reps.

When he sat up, he looked at Susan's stunned face.  Ken opened
his wallet and took out a card with his cell number on it.  "Give us a
call when you're ready to pay up."

The women didn't realize, until the Circle had left, that they'd
been given an out.  He'd asked them to call him, rather than taking
their number.  Clearly, Ken wasn't expecting them to call.  Susan
looked at Wanda and knew that he was wrong.

The small group had dinner at a cozy restaurant with a great view
of the ocean.  The unpleasant incident completely forgotten as they
laughed and joked about the bet they'd made with Wanda and Susan.
Finally, relaxed and happy, they headed home.

Ken slept in the next day, as Ari, Sally and he had made love
until very late.  He grabbed a piece of fruit, then headed to his
personal dojo.  Only minutes after he started to stretch, Arianwen and
Jane slid inside and started to warm up as well.  He started on the
basic punches and kicks, and they mirrored his every move.  Same with
the katas, stopping only when he moved on to the very advanced ones
that he hadn't even done in class yet.

They were all in the shower afterwards, when he said, "If you guys
are going to learn this stuff for protection, we need to talk.  If
you're doing it for exercise, then feel free to continue."

The ladies looked at each other and said, "Protection."

Ken sighed.  "Look, you really should be training with a
black-belt who knows what he's doing.  Just following the motions won't
teach you how to actually use it, if you need it."

The look they gave him told him everything.  "Fine," he said.
"But unless you're willing to start sparring and running the techniques
against me and yourselves, you can't train anymore."

"Yes, Master," said Jane.  "I'll get us some gear."

He shook his head.  "Only hand protection and a mouth guard.  You
won't have a head guard or chest guard on the street."

They nodded in agreement.

Later that afternoon, Ken was surfing the web out by the pool when
his cell phone rang.  He knew before picking it up it was Arianwen and
that she was very upset.

"Ari?"

"Ken," she said, her voice shaking.  She was angry, no doubt about
it.  Afraid, too.  "I have a really big problem."

"What's wrong?" he said, sitting up.
"It's Tina, Sir.  Mom threw her out."
    
    End Chapter 44

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