Title: Deep Inside Persephone
Author: Dean Hodgson
Keywords: mm, mf, mmf, mt, mtf, anal, tg, shemale, oral, *rim,
sci-fi, beast
Summary: Persephone and Mike have hit it off. He's found the love
of his life, a unique natural shemale with the incredible ability
to multiple-orgasm beyond belief. But Mike has issues with her
sexual appetite, her open sexual lifestyle, public sex and
jealousy. Can he cope? Can he be the true love of her life and
give her what she wants? The passion they share is as unstoppable
as is Persephone herself and her amazing life. And what is the
secret she keeps?

Copyright (c) 2012 Dean Hodgson all rights reserved
April 2012 revised
Intended for adults only.

Note: this is a revision of the first release of this story with
significant changes.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters portrayed in
this story are protected by copyright as is the story itself. If
you wish to distribute it or archive it, you have my permission
as long as the work remains whole and unchanged in any way and
the authors name and copyright information is included.

I love to hear from readers!
Email me at dean-hodgson@hoamtil.com. I always reply.
Story website: http://www.asstr.org/~Dean_Hodgson


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   One: Persephone and Me
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   What is it about her?

   "Open code file Bannister Creek". A window quickly expanded
from a glowing point to almost fill my desk's softscreen. With
thumb and forefinger, I shrunk it and pushed it to the side.

   Why hadn't I heard from her?

   I paused, leaned back in my high-backed office chair, pointed
fingers touched my pursed lips.

   She had said she would contact me.

   This was no good, I had to get back to work again.

   We had twice met previously at Mistress J's, when I
role-played a sexslave, used by herself and her friends for their
pleasure. Persephone was one of her friends, a special friend.
Each time with Persephone I had felt wonderful despite her being,
well, different. I never thought anyone like her might be my
'type'. The things I wished to do with her! The questions I
yearned to ask! My mind refused to get out of the gutter and my
cock responded, twitched, stiffened at just the thought of her
and her insatiable demands.

   Could I keep up with her demands?

   At Mistress J's, she strove for one orgasm after another,
needing to do and be done over and over.

   Yeah, I had it bad. I absolutely hated it when I became
consumed by passion and lost control.

   She fascinated me. When we parted she had said she wanted me
as her toyboy, that she had felt a connection with me and wished
to explore it. She had said she felt at home with her hard cock
inside me and she loved to fuck me. That's right: inside me, a
male inside my ass! Her cock. And it had felt good. Even when I
was inside her ass it felt good, too. When we parted we had
exchanged numbers and she gave me her card: Dr. Persephone Jones,
resident astronomer at the university planetarium. Beautiful,
uninhibited, sexy and smart. A lethal combination for me.

   Was I just another plaything?

   Why was I interested in a woman with a penis? I had never
before even considered a transgender and, honestly, men did not
turn me on. Hairy bodies, no breasts, ugly balls and cocks, but
Persephone ... breasts, hips, narrow waist, a woman's face, hair,
eyes, skin and voice, not a man's. But she had balls and a cock
and she was dominate and pushy and driven just like a man, even
though she sounded and looked like a woman. Why was I interested
in her of all people?

   I think I knew the answer but was afraid to admit it.

   Shaking my head, I leaned forward; there was important work to
do.

   My phone chimed: I jumped. Tapping the softscreen's blinking
icon, a silver window faded open on my upright hardscreen, cam
activating automatically. The calendar blinked green: Incoming
call 1.45 pm, Thursday, 9 November 2034.

   "Hi beautiful!"

   Something gripped my chest, twisted it hard!

   Delightful chin-length fire-engine-red hair haloed her round
dimpled face. Black coloured lips smiled, light blue eyes
invited. Thick bright red covered her eyelids and a constellation
of tiny blue pseudotat stars glittered her right cheek.

   "I've been thinking about you." Her voice! Liquid, golden,
sultry.

   My throat lumped, stomach clenched. I stuttered, "I'm really
glad to see you! I, uh, haven't been able to get you off my
mind." I squirmed and felt my cheeks heat.

   She chuckled.

   I looked away embarrassed for admitting that, set my lips,
girded myself, looked back, smiled widely. What the hell was my
problem? I tapped the desktop. Beneath my desk, away from her
view, my wanting cock twitched. Down boy!

   "Well," she said, "I can't seem to get you off my mind either.
Every hour of every bloody day you've distracted me. It's
terrible. How am I supposed to get any work done when you won't
get out of my head? All I want to do is fuck you again!"

   She laughed and leaned back. Her shoulders were bare.

   I glimpsed some kind of electronic device on the edge of view.
Sunlight flooded the room. I wondered briefly where she might be
as it was cloudy today.

   "I've cum several times dreaming of you."

   A very bold woman, I thought. And straight up. She doesn't
hold her thoughts back. My idol!

   "I didn't want to be pushy," I lied. "I thought you might've
called."

   "Just get it in and push! Ok?"

   "Love to," I joked.

   Here she was, the woman who had hogged my thoughts for the
past week and I'd turned into verbal and mental fumbles, like a
nerdy high school student.

   "I've ... been gone, actually. But I couldn't wait any
longer."

   She looked down then back up, a glint in her eye, smiling,
dimples deepening.

   "Would you like to blow me until I cum?" Her tongue touched
her smiling upper lip, her eyes widened.

   "I can't think of anything nicer."

   "Would you like me to give you a dick bath with my saliva?"
Thick red eye shadow winked.

   I laughed at the silly joke and decided to be bold myself.

   "Your wish is my command, my mistress. I'll suck you ten times
over and more, then fuck you in your favourite position. You can
tie me up and cum in my ass as many times as you'd like." I
started to relax, calm my nerves. This was more like myself: take
charge, call the shots, be the suggestive, dirty one, see how far
I could go, show confidence.

   "Thank you, I might just do that," she smiled. "But I don't
want to be your mistress, Mike. I think I'd like to try it ...
nicer, more regular. I'd like you to be my special toyboy, maybe
my lover. Oh yes, I'd love to fuck you again, too! Here..."

   She stood. I gasped. She pushed a large naked breast close to
the cam, nipple erect.

   "You are so gorgeous! I could eat them all day."

   Her face reappeared. She momentarily bit on a fingernail,
sported a devilish grin, then pulled back. She did not appear to
be wearing anything from the waist up but I couldn't see below
that. Her right arm and shoulder moved rhythmically.

   "That would be nice," she smiled. "I have oh so sensitive
nipples and the nerves're connected right to my dick. How about
tonight? Would you like to have me tonight? I have a hard cock
for you, an inviting hole, and kissable lips and breasts. I'm
available just for you!"

   She wriggled her left fingers, inserted the middle digit into
black lips, turned her head slightly. Her cheeks hollowed as she
sucked and suggestively slid her polished finger in and out. Her
other arm moved more rapidly.

   Removing her finger she said, "If you were here I'd have you
right now. I'd fuck you until I came ten times!"

   I swallowed and my own cock jumped, thickened, my chest and
throat tightened, remembering how good her hardness felt inside
me. I gripped the edge of my desk then breathed out, forcing
myself to relax again.

   "Oh that would be great! You can do that? Cum ten times?" I
chuckled.

   "Oh, yes I can! You have no idea what I can do!" Big cute
smile with dimples.

   "Where do I meet you?"

   "Hmmm, do you know the planetarium?"

   Her arm moved faster, her voice quivered and she now took
quick breaths. That movement accented her breasts. Her other
finger touched her hard left nipple, rubbed in small circles. She
shuddered slightly. For a moment, her eyes fluttered, closed.

   "A school somewhere, isn't it?"

   "That's right ... Bellulah Heights ... High School. I'll, uh,
text you the ... address."

   She breathed heavily, her globes heaved, areolas crinkled,
nipples stood proud.

   "Brilliant! I'll be there. God, I haven't stopped thinking
about you all week!" That thought again just gushed out of me.

   Persephone laughed. "Excellent! Have you ... cum ... thinking
... of me?"

   Her arm worked very fast now.

   Grinning, deciding to be bold, I said, "Well, yes, I have to
admit that I have."

   I realized I now held my own cock. Get a grip, Mike. Then I
realized what I had thought. Sheesh.

   "I've cum ... more than once ... with you in my head ... like
I'm doing ... right now!"

   Her eyes closed, she sighed then stood. Her fist slid quickly
over her small erection, concentrating on the exposed purple
crown.

   "Almost..."

   Her hips jerked and jerked again. Her other hand shot down,
steadying herself. She gripped her cock tightly for a moment then
released it and grunted. An opaque blob smeared my vision. She
laughed and giggled.

   "Fuck, that was nice!"

   With her thumb she wiped it off and licked. She sniggered and
rubbed her still erect penis as if she was trying to cum again. I
remembered: both previous times she came at least three or four
times and did not always go soft between.

   "Be there around nine, please. I'll be waiting for you. And,
Mike..."

   "Yes?"

   "Please be hard!"

   She squealed then reached and snapped off the connection.

   My palms slapped the desk. I caught someone outside looking. I
shook my head at him.

   Tonight? So sudden! I placed my right palm on my chest,
feeling my beating heart. I had not realized how excited I had
become. I was too hard now. Calm down, Mike, settle! But
tonight...


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   Two: Beneath Snowy Stars
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   Daylight faded. The big brightly lit campus was not that far
from my place. When I arrived, a few kids were smacking a
basketball against a brick wall. The two storey brick building
with the big silver dome roof had to be it. I parked and locked.

   Persephone, her hair now black, pushed a metal bar, opened the
glass door for me. The unzipped lower and upper parts of her long
black plastic coat flapped; I spied thigh-high black boots and
glimpsed the curve of a naked breast.

   Smiling, she reached and hugged me close. Our passionate
kisses engulfed each other. I held her tight. The weeks apart had
been too long. Her firm breasts pressed against me. Muscles on
her back moved beneath my clutching hands. I reached and cupped
her round ass, pressed her onto me. Her lips felt soft, her
tongue pushed between mine, touched my own.

   "My god, it's been so long! Come, I have something special to
show you."

   We linked arms and waltzed up the curving stairs. At the top,
we turned right, sped down a hall, through a metal open door into
a large dimly lit chamber, a type of room in which I had never
imagined.

   The planetarium.

   An enormous white dome arched overhead. Padded lounge theatre
seats circled around. The wide glass display case shown photos of
planets, moons, nebulas, galaxies and some models of satellites.
An old long brass telescope decorated a shelf. And at the centre
of the room loomed a large bulky instrument: black hemispheres
mounted on either side of a long metal framework truss. Arms
ending in tubes curved out and up. The entire mechanism was set
inside a complex yoke and gimble arrangement, like a mad
scientist's machine out of an old bad movie.

   I felt a special reverence about it all.

   All I could whisper was, "Wow."

   Noises of our steps, our clothes, our movements and breaths,
our voices echoed despite the floor carpet.

   Persephone stepped onto the dais before a gold control panel
studded with switches and dials. She twisted a black knob and
uplights around the edge of the dome quickly dimmed to nothing.
The door sighed closed. Total darkness embraced us in an eerie
almost suffocating manner.

   Her hand found me, pulled. I hopped up and pressed against her
as she held me tight. I had forgotten how tall she was, at least
183 centimetres, almost half a head taller than my 174 self. We
kissed passionately again. Her body felt wonderful to hold once
more. I sighed. Her coat crinkled. Something within the coat
poked at my thigh.

   Breathlessly, she said, "Watch."

   Above us, the stars whispered into existence. She touched a
control and as the huge frame turned silently the stars spun
slowly overhead. Tiny lights touched our bodies almost as if it
was snowing. The moon rose, slid upward. It was all incredibly
breathtaking, almost spiritual.

   "This is my place. I love it here." Pers sighed and shrugged.
"It's peaceful, a good place to get away. I've worked with this
almost twenty years, but it was originally built way back in the
70's."

   "This is fantastic!"

   "Oh yes. They don't make 'em like this any more. It's an
antique but I love it. See that," she pointed. "Orion. Plenty of
stuff to see around there. It'll be up tonight, too. And there is
Taurus and the Pleiades. The Southern Cross is over there, near
Alpha Centauri. And that's the Milky Way and there is the Core,
in Sagittarius, and on the other side is paradise."

   I had seen the 'Orion' pattern before: three bright stars in a
row surrounded by four in a slightly bent rectangle. The
Saucepan, I thought. In here, so many stars were visible it was
difficult to recognize the few patterns I knew.

   "I'm the resident astronomer and I manage this place. I get
all the questions, make sure shows are produced, facts are
accurate, do a little bit of research now and then. Sometimes I
present a show. I used to do everything here for years before the
uni realized they could do more with this than just show the sky,
talk about aboriginal lore and let ASSA use it. I also teach
astronomy courses at the uni and do some research."

   I watched the stars move. "What research?"

   "Planetary formation and hyperspace theory."

   As the moon dipped low a comet flew into view, its tail
pointed up, stretching longer as it arced upward.

   "The university?" I asked.

   "Yeah. The high school doesn't own this. I had the uni buy it
as a heritage investment. They were going to demolish it and I
just couldn't allow that."

   I was mesmerized looking up and around, amazed, enchanted by
the swirling spectacle, her manner, her body, her smell, her
presence among the stars that silently graced her body. This
Persephone was not the directive dominant I had played with
before, this one was gentler, kinder and somehow even more
beautiful.

   "Right now we're doing a show about the Toliman probe."

   "The Chinese starship?"

   "Probe," she corrected, "not a starship. No crew. It's going
to Alpha Centauri soon. I'm really excited about it." She stopped
chatting, swayed with me, kissed deeply again. Her fingers found
and squeezed my cock. "Just like I'm excited about you ..."

   "How does this work?" I asked, embarrassed to admit what was
really on my mind. Women deserved more respect!

   "We can program the projector or run it from this console,"
she waved. "It's an antique, more than sixty years old, and it
was purchased second hand forty years ago, not long before I was
born actually." Persephone laughed, touched a control and the
shadow of a cityscape edged the dome. Her dimples were beautiful.
She squeezed my cock.

   "You don't look anywhere near that old!" That would make her
as old as myself.

   She laughed kissed me again. "Flattery will get you everything
you ever desire, Mike. Actually, I just turned thirty-seven. Last
week was a sort of birthday present from J. She knew I liked you
from the first time we played so it was the perfect gift."

   "Oh, well, happy birthday!"

   "You were a great present! Very perceptive, our J is. How old
are you?"

   Persephone's body moved against me. She hummed briefly. Her
head tipped down, touched mine on the side. Then she lifted her
head, looked down at me. Tiny stars silently slid across her
eyes, her nose, her lips and cheeks.

   My heart was thumping. "I'm thirty-nine. The big four-oh is
next April. You know, you're skin is almost like milk, not even
very pink."

   She smiled. "Albinism runs in my family. I'm not albino,
though. My mother has it too." She touched her head. "Have to be
careful in the sunlight."

   I caressed her back.

   She laughed then sighed.

   "This is really lovely, Mike." She lifted her head. "Tell you
what, I've had a wonderfully naughty thought all day. It's
something I've wanted to do for a long time, too. I've never
played with anyone here."

   "Really?"

   "Uh huh, and I'm terribly hard."

   "I can tell!"

   She laughed. "I'd like to have you right here, right now."

   I gulped and stammered, "Ok." My heart fluttered. Is that all
I could come up with? Just ok? "How ...?"

   "Here." She stepped off the dais, lead me through lightflakes
to a long, low cushioned seat. Pseudo-stars softly, silently
caressed us, slid over, around. She gently pushed me down so I
sat facing her.

   "Suck me, please."

   "Certainly. Anything you want."

   She spread her legs wide and straight, unzipped her coat,
flipped it open.

   "Oh!" I gasped.

   Her breasts were lovely: they moved with her excited breaths,
small nipples invitingly erect. Hands on hips to hold her coat
open, her erection stuck straight out. One straight leg pointed.
Her black boots were simply hot.

   "Here. Suck me, please."

   With the flat of my palms I briefly rubbed her nipples then
leaned forward, engulfed her cock with my mouth. I clasped her
shaft and began slowly stroking up and down, increasing speed
gradually. I wanted her to relish what I could give her, and give
her what I would have liked to receive myself. Her hardening
further was a flattering and unexpected turnon. Having her cum
would be fantastic. Never in my life had I deliberately tried to
do anything sexual with a male, let alone make one cum. Yes, I
admit it, I had thought about it, but only one time had I had sex
with a man before Mistress J had arranged it a fortnight ago.

   But, to me, Persephone was not a male so perhaps that made a
difference.

   "Oh, that is lovely. You'll have me off in no time. Yes ...
just like that."

   I admit it: as a straight man this was weird. But the more I
worked I began to realize what some women might get out of giving
oral. There was a sense of power and control which I had not
realised, and a sense of accomplishment, even ... pride? I had
read that a few talented women actually had orgasms from doing
this and from what was happening within my own body I could
believe it.

   I ran my teeth over her sensitive head and she shook slightly.
I placed my lips on the tip of her uncircumcised cock and
teasingly tongued the foreskin back. I rubbed my curved palm over
her lovely swollen glans and then, lightly, just the pads of my
fingers. Her small cock had become larger and very hard and
curved slightly upwards.

   After a minute, her hips jerked -- "Oh fuck yes. Don't stop!"
-- her body trembled. Black nailed fingers lightly touched my
head then more firmly pushed, forcing that hardness farther in my
mouth.

   I sucked, pulled back, looked up directly into her happy eyes,
grinned as naughty as I could and, with mischievous thoughts
reflected by my smile, I flickered the tip of her cock rapidly
with the tip of my tongue. I crouched down and moved my tongue to
her balls without relinquishing eye contact. Cupping them, I
licked along her shaft ever so slowly and when I reached the top
I tried to laugh with my eyes, the corners of my mouth. I clasped
the base again and sucked the whole length to the back of my
throat as far as I could ... which was difficult and I damn near
gagged. This time I sucked as hard as I could.

   She gasped and closed her eyes while she groaned.

   I pressed her glans to the top of my mouth, moved my head
using only my neck, rubbed her, making sure my cheeks were sucked
in along her shaft.

   "That's soooo fuckin' good. Where'd you learn that? You sure
you haven't been practicing on someone?"

   Her breathing was deep and strong.

   I shook my head, sniggered and continued as the stars spun
romantically. With my other hand I held and rubbed and squeezed
her balls. I sucked, licked and stroked at the same time. My
fingers moved back from her balls, between her ass cheeks. I
pressed my middle finger in, sought her anus, found it, pushed
gently but did not enter. Surprisingly, it seemed wide, not
closed. I rubbed the sensitive open ring. She jerked.

   "Oh yeah ... "

   I rubbed my finger around the rim. J had told me there were
more nerves there than in her clitoris so I hoped it would be a
good spot for Persephone.

   My head and other hand moved quickly and I sucked nosily and
hard so she could both hear and feel everything. Her hips moved
back and forth in short pulses as she became even more excited. I
sensed she was near the brink. I eased off, pulled back, smacked
my lips, looked into her eyes, grinned.

   "Come on!" she shouted. "Stop teasin' and fuckin' finish me!"
Her hands flapped above my head. She looked down at me, over her
nipple-erect breasts.

   I took hold of her cock again and resumed sucking and
stroking, more the latter than the former. She started quickly
fucking my face.

   Persephone shuddered and moaned then emitted a long gentle,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, yes!".

   Her hands touched my head. She held rigid and jerked her hips
again. Her cock went super hard, swelled, suddenly pumped into my
mouth. I clamped down tight and swallowed as fast as I could. My
mouth was filled with salty thickness. I gagged near the end but
suppressed it as much as I could. I loved it when a woman did
this for me, so it was only right that I did the same for Pers.

   When she finished, Persephone released a long breath, her eyes
opened, although her body still trembled.

   I pulled back, looked up, continued stroking her gently and
smiled. I loved it when a woman continued to rub and lick after I
came so I did the same for Pers, hoping she'd like it too. I
sucked her some more, licked around soothingly, sucked the juice
off.

   "Oh wow," she breathed. "That was so fucking good. You're
hired! Fuck, I was so turned on I just couldn't hold back."

   "You don't ever hold back with me," I said cheekily.

   I grinned and used the tip of my tongue to lick a drop off the
tip of her penis.

   Standing, I grasped her shoulders and kissed her. She
responded with her tongue, seemingly ignoring the taste. It was
not the best and I knew why women would not want to swallow.
Those who did were special. I hoped I was special.

   "That is the first time I have ever made a, uh, male cum like
that. It's really cool."

   "I'm female, dear, but I understand. But you've sucked men
before, I saw you!"

   "True, but I wasn't really trying to make them cum, except for
you. They used me and came in my ass. This was my first time
where I really made an effort."

   "Well, you're bloody good at it, let me tell you."

   "Thank you. Giving orgasms is what does it for me."

   "No different with dicks, my dear, just the same, especially
me. And I can have a tonne of them!"

   "I think it is so ballsy you're naked under that coat."

   I reached for her waist.

   She laughed. "Underwear and I are not the best of friends.
Nude is a natural state for me."

   "No bra even?"

   She shook her head, thick red hair flicked left, right.

   "Not often. I'm lucky: my breasts've stayed pretty firm."

   I cupped them, rubbed the nipples with my palms. I couldn't
feel any implants. "They certainly have. And they're a nice size,
too. I love them." C-cup at best I guessed.

   "I love stockings, skirts and boots. Dresses, tops. Leather or
pvc or silk. Feels much better than men's clothes. Hell, I'm just
a woman with a secret." She kissed me again. "This has been a
dream come true for me. Thank you kind sir, I am in your debt,
whatever fantasy you would like I shall grant thee." She giggled.

   I couldn't believe my lucky stars -- oh what a bad pun -- but
I decided humility would be best. "I'm glad. I have a lot of
fantasies. A lot of sex with you would be nice."

   "Stick with me and you shall have more than you ever dreamed."
She laughed and hugged me. "One day we'll have to fuck on my
desk, too!"

   I thought: The woman is certainly straight up. But I loved it,
her being that direct with language. "Excellent! I'd love to do
that. Never done it myself at work."

   She smiled, her finger touched her temple. "Come on, shall we
go to my place? It isn't far."

   "Love to."

   She adjusted a control, zipped up her coat. The lights came
up, stars faded, the door whispered open. We left hand in hand
and, I hoped, heart in heart.


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   Three: Welcome to Hades
   =============================

   It was a quick drive, less than ten minutes. Her house was an
older small brick veneer of the type they used to build twenty
years ago. The flat roof was oddly surrounded by a metal post
fence. In the dim streetlight I just made out a shed on the roof
and I wondered why a shed would be located there. I parked behind
her garage in her driveway. Lights alit inside.

   She emerged completely naked at the front door and ushered me
in past a sign, held by a toothy gothic dragon:  "Welcome to
Hades".

   Immediately after the door clicked shut, she grabbed me,
kissed me, took my wrist. We stumbled through a small lounge
filled with bookcases, on which helter-skeltered not only books
but models of rockets and spaceships. Photo quality images of
planetary landscapes and paintings of old fashioned spaceships
lined the tops of bookcases. Above a desk was a series of photos
of people and faces. Her family? Lovers? I saw no wallscreen or
television but there was an archaic silver modular hi-fi with two
very large speakers. Within a bubbling aquarium filled with
plants flashed colourful fish. A leather lounge chair overflowed
jacktaw with books. Overall the place was messy but not dirty.
The floors seemed to be genuine expensive oak hardwood.

   "Come," she said, pulling toward a hallway.

   We entered a plain small bedroom with a door to a walk-in
wardrobe, another door to an ensuite, a flatscreen on the wall, a
lavalamp on the dresser and a large bed with bright red sheets,
covers already triangled back. A framed poster of a muscular man
on a mattress had the caption "Breakfast in bed" and another
large poster depicted a photograph of Persephone fucking a
smiling brown-haired woman in a field of some sort, dappled by
sunlight through odd broad-leafed trees. A third, smaller photo
showed a waterfall landscape but in the sky were three moons, one
of which appeared reddish and cloudy. A tall, thin, naked woman
with green skin stood before the falls.

   I did not have much of a chance to take in anything further as
Persephone was insistent.

   She kneeled before me, unbuckled my belt. My pants fell. I
stripped off my shirt as she quickly pushed my shoes off.  For a
moment she sucked my inflated cock. Her hand held the base as I
became harder. Satisfied, she stood, her head above mine, her
breasts at my lower neck.

   "You are simply gorgeous," I said taking hold of her curved
hips. Our cocks touched. That felt very nice. I licked and sucked
her nipples, one after another.

   She smiled. I looked down, saw she was hard again. My lucky
day!

   She said gently, "I need to fuck you. Right now, no foreplay.
I'm way too turned on. Ok?"

   "Ok."

   "House: lights off."

   The lights faded and we now glowed only from the dim light
ghosting through the curtained window.

   She pushed us toward the bed but stopped me at the edge and
swirled her finger. I crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees,
faced the wall and waited. Behind me, I heard the dresser drawer
slide. Her hand pressed on my lower back. She pulled my hips back
and I wriggled on my knees until my feet hung off the bed's edge.

   Her cock probed. She parted my cheeks with her hands, found my
anus with a finger. Her rubbing caused me to jerk and clench. I
heard a snap of plastic and she smeared something very wet and
cool at the opening; lube was my good friend. She pushed a finger
in, held it for a moment, slid it further in and out as if
fucking lightly then pushed it way in.

   I gritted my teeth, clenched then relaxed, breathed out.

   She curved her finger, found the right spot and I moaned.

   "Shhhhh, take it easy. Onto your back please."

   I turned over, pulled my knees up to my shoulders. She took my
legs in her hands and spread them wide.

   "Here I am," she smiled.

   She reached and looked down. I felt her wet cock slide and
press on my anus.

   "Relax. Easy. Open up."

   I pushed back and tried. I felt her press hard and something
gigantic invaded me. I breathed out. She stopped, hesitated.

   "I'm barely just in. Give it a sec. Relax, let it happen.
Shhhhhh."

   She smiled, pushed gently, a tiny huge-feeling part of her
cock progressed further. I felt myself stretch. Relax, I told
myself, just relax and let her in. You've done this before.

   "I'll have to teach you how to do this. There's a way. Just
flex like you're going to dump, just a bit. Don't worry. That's
it, I feel that. Keep doing that ... yes, that's it. Do you feel
me going in? Do it again. Good, that's right. Now hold yourself
like that."

   As her small hardness popped through and filled me, I released
another breath I didn't know I had been holding. There was some
pain. Her hands gripped my hips, pulled me back, held me in
place. She felt enormous in there and ... pretty good.

   "You'll get used to this," she whispered.

   She pulled her hips and cock back, paused, then slowly pushed
in again. Last week, I was not keen on the other men doing this
to me, but Pers, yes, Pers felt nice then and now.

   "That feels good," I said. "It's ok. I like you in me. It
doesn't hurt now."

   Her hips moved. She pulled and pushed, pulled and pushed,
slowly built up a steady fucking rhythm. The feelings racing
through me were incredible, difficult to describe. I reached
beyond my legs, grasped her hips, pulled when she fucked in. I
enjoyed the feel of her solid body, enjoyed her cock sliding, her
grunting, her muscles and breathing, her strong fingers, our
bodies moving together. Her powerful thrusts creaked the bed. I
responded with my own movements, trying to pace myself with her.

   "Oh fuck this is good. Won't be long. I'm getting there
already."

   While fucking, she released my legs, placed her hands flat on
my chest, leaned on me. I wrapped my legs tightly around her and
tried to fuck back as best I could. My firm cock was squished
between us.

   Breathing hard, Persephone fucked silently for minutes. During
this time she laughed, grinned, moaned, grunted. Finally, with a
soft "Ah, yes" she closed her eyes, pushed in as far and as hard
as she could, and froze in position. I could actually feel her
cock pulse as she squirted into me.

   She then withdrew and used a tissue to clean my ass and her
cock.

   I kept my legs wide while waiting for her to continue, but
instead she came onto the bed next to me and laid down on her
back.

   Holding her arms out, she said, "You can fuck me now."

   We kissed tenderly. Our hands roamed. She found my cock, I
found her's. I rolled on top. She looked down her body, both
hands on my ass, her legs wide and straight, her breasts
flattened on either side, nipples inviting to be sucked even
stiffer. Moonlight striped across her excited face.

   "Go ahead, Mike. I'm used to this, I'm always ready. Just get
in and do me."

   I pressed, found her opening with ease and slid right in as if
I was entering a vagina. She was wet inside, too. She must have
done this so many times, I thought, her anus just dilates
automatically and she autolubricates.

   "Fuck me, Mike. Just do it. Go for it. Cum for me. God, I love
your body."

   Scrabbling a bit more, I moved, pushed, fucked in and out,
happily grunting with each thrust. It felt great! I fucked
solidly for ten minutes, keeping a steady rhythm, feeling her
hard cock between us. The muscles in my arms began to ache so I
lowered myself onto her while continuing to fuck.

   She grinned at my noise and movements, and pulled her legs
wide with her hands. She squirmed, looked up at me, reached with
her head, kissed me. She fucked back, moved in time with me until
her breathing quickened and she tensed, shook and squealed.

   I pushed myself back up, locked my arms straight on either
side of her breasts.

   Her cock pressed against my stomach. Her neck arched. She
cried, "Yes, that's it! Keep going! Don't stop fucking! Ah yeah,
fuck yeah! ... Ah ah ah ah. Come on, fuck my ass, fuck me
harder!" Her hands clutched and pushed on my ass. "Fuck me like
that, that's it. Fuck, that's good."

   Her legs went up onto my shoulders; she tightened.

   "Come on, fire it into me."

   I remembered a special spot inside myself that J had used on
me and wondered if Persephone had that too. I pulled back so the
tip of my penis was just inside her and rubbed rapidly there, on
a smooth place. Her legs dropped, feet clamped onto my back and
she shook.

   "Gaaaaa, yes!"

   On my belly I felt her cock pulse. Was she cumming? She did
not release fluid.

   "Keep going, Mike, don't stop! That's fuckin' it! Give me
more. Make me cum again!"

   I kept fucking this way and in less than a minute she quaked
once more, tightly gripping my biceps. I remember there was no
ejaculation with these types of smaller "internal" orgasms.
Mistress J drove me crazy with those because she refused to stop.
So I did the same to Pers for minutes more before my own intense
feelings took over.

   I shoved all the way in. My cock jerked. I strained: it was
all I could do not to cum yet! I jammed in and held still,
clenching, twitching, gritting my teeth, hoping I was not
cumming. My cock pulsed annoyingly once.

   Breathing heavily, I released and laid down on top of her,
held her softly in my arms while she settled from her orgasmic
high. Her legs fell around me. We rolled onto our sides but
remained joined. We resumed kissing, over and over and I would
fuck her a little now and again. Our fingers and tongues and lips
roamed. Eventually, I pulled out and she twisted onto her back.

   We looked at each other and laughed together, as if a great
joke had been told, her arms and knees pulled up.

   I reached over with my left hand, casually stroked her nipple
then her stomach then her renewed hardness, ran my fingertips on
the smooth top.

   She's just so beautiful, I thought, even her glistening smooth
cock.

   I had never thought that way before, that a cock could be
beautiful.

   "You didn't cum," she said. She reached and held my erection.

   "That's ok, I don't have to. The fact you did is enough."

   Persephone purred and snuggled next to my head. Her hand idly
stroked me. Her light touch felt incredibly good.

   "Can you do me again? Just use your hand."

   So I did.

   Handjobs are just as much a learned art as blowjobs and if
done right can be as satisfying as oral or fucking. I'd read and
watched vids about how to give them even though I had never given
one before to anyone other than myself. So everything I would
like, I did to her. I was enthusiastic. I talked dirty to her. I
stroked her, rubbed her cockhead, kissed her, twisted my stroke,
teased her, held back, got her to the edge, held back again until
she was desperate, calling me a fucking whore tease over and over
until, grinning, I finally finished her off.

   She fountained over our chests, then she rubbed it into her
skin.

   "Again," she breathed, "do me again. More."

   So I did. As I stroked, her body continued to move in fucking
motions. She remained hard after cumming. I again used just my
hand and kisses, but more softly, tenderly, slower. In a few
minutes she cried out and writhed with several more spurts.

   But she wasn't finished.

   For over an hour it went on like that. We hardly spoke a word.
She cuddled and we kissed. All I had to do was stroke her or use
my mouth or even play with her breasts and she would get erect
and cum again. Every five or ten minutes the wet mess became
wetter. At one point we switched and Persephone used her hand to
get me off and my mess was added. Afterwards, between my fingers,
I revelled again at her amazing re-stiffening ability and further
orgasm. I never imagined a male could cum so many times so
easily. I certainly couldn't! But then Persephone was not exactly
a normal male.

   "Great, isn't it!" she laughed. "I love cumming over and over
like this. But now..."

   She climbed on top of me, re-inserted herself into my
still-lubed ass and, with no finesse, fucked hard and fast. There
was no pain, I now enjoyed having her stretch me. With straight
arms, she held herself over me as she fucked.

   "I really want to cum once more," she puffed. "Just gotta."

   "How many times?"

   "I haven't been counting."

   "Has to be over a dozen."

   She nodded, smiling, fucking fast.

   "Way over. You like being fucked in the ass?"

   I felt her cock slide in and out, rub just the right spot, the
one that could send miniorgasmic sparklets through my body. I
fucked back and my own cock twitched between our heaving bodies.

   "Oh fuck," I said, "yes I do! By you."

   I puffed, pushed her ass in time to her thrusts and said,
"You're really amazing, you know that? I didn't know men could
cum over and over like you do. Oh ... shit, that feels great!"

   Persephone laughed. "Hang on ... I'm almost there."

   Her head dropped, her face twisted in concentration. She
thrust very hard and fast several times. I grabbed her arms.

   Her head snapped up, she yelled, "Yes! Fucking yes! Yes!" and
thundered with each thrust.

   She rolled off, panting.

   "You are so fucking amazing," I repeated. "How can you cum
that many times?"

   Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples were hard, a big turnon
for me. I touched one and she flinched, giggled. She wiped her
mouth with the back of her hand, looked at the ceiling then
straight at me with a huge laughing smile.

   "Just talented. But, honestly, it was a shock when I
discovered that most boys couldn't have two or three in a row.
Shocked them, too, that I could. But about ten years ago it all
kicked into high gear and I've never looked back." She reached
for me. "Oh, you're hard again! Here, let me."

   Persephone climbed off the bed, stood at the side edge. I
turned, she pulled my legs apart, dragging me on my back toward
her. Her erection slid straight back into me. I wrapped my legs
around her waist, pulled and locked us together. She took my cock
in both hands and stroked steadily, along the entire length and
head. While she did this she held herself still inside me.

   She worked for several minutes and when I shot, I laughed out
loud. She also laughed, clearly pleased.

   I gasped, "My god, I didn't think I could do that with you in
my ass!"

   "Of course you can, silly. Felt good, didn't it?"

   "Oh yes, it did! Really strong. Wow."

   The surprise for me was that it did feel good. And having her
in me, well, I felt it was where she belonged.

   She laid down next to me.

   A thought struck me.

   "Pers, I have incredibly bad timing. There is something I've
meaning to ask. Well, lots of things actually."

   "Ask away."

   "Does J know? Do we need to talk about her?"

   "She does. Everything's fine with her."

   "How well do you know her? I don't want to upset her."

   "She's one of my special friends. In fact, I played with her
just last weekend. It's all sorted out."

   That was a surprise! I blinked. That was only two days after I
was there.

   Persephone smiled, touched me with her hand.

   "She sent me a message that she needed some female dick." Pers
chuckled, ran a finger down my chest. "She told me to tell you
everything is cool with her. She said she released you from
bondage."

   I breathed an inward sigh of relief and laughed at the silly
joke.

   I said, "I like her but I'm not sure I'm good slave material.
I get to a point where I want to take over. Kind of drove me nuts
at times."

   "With me, you can sub sometimes but mostly I hope we'll just
have fun and get to know each other, have regular sex, see if
anything else nice happens." She cuddled. "I really enjoyed what
we just did."

   I pushed my hand between us, found her small soft cock and
gently rolled the foreskin back. She shivered as my fingertip
moved in tiny circles. She pulled away, turned onto her back and
sighed, closed her eyes briefly. I reached over and continued
rubbing.

   "Do you know, what you're doing feels as good when I'm flaccid
as it does hard? Different, but as good."

   I chuckled. "I think you can drive a guy nuts doing this after
he cums."

   "True, and I've done it to them, too. Oh, it's good for me,
though. Especially if you go down on me when I'm like this."

   "Like this, huh?" I did, just for a moment.

   She sighed and giggled again. "That was nice."

   We held each other in silence. I stroked her short hair.

   "Honestly, the thought of being with anyone like you never
crossed my mind."

   "Well, surprises happen. Are you ok with me? That I have a
dick and you fuck my ass instead of a cunt?"

   "Oh yes! Of course I am. It feels as if your body was made for
me. You are so beautiful. Even your cock is beautiful." I
squeezed it. "And really, I think of you as a woman ... a special
type of woman, I guess. Or, I don't know. I get confused. But I
don't have a problem."

   Persephone snuggled, stroked my face and neck, kissed my
shoulder. "That's nice. Thank you for not thinking I'm not some
freak. Don't worry about being confused, it's natural."

   "Freak? Oh, shit no."

   "Well, I am a freak with this body."

   I stopped playing with her, wrapped both arms reassuringly
around her wonderful body. Her back muscles moved as she
adjusted. We cuddled, somewhat exhausted from the last few
intense hours. And even though she became hard again we did not
fuck. It was nice just to spoon her and hold her cock.

   A million questions and feelings coursed through me. Despite
them, I quickly dropped off to an exhausted sleep.


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   Four: Morning at Hades
   =============================

   In the dream, I was being mauled and sucked by three women who
refused to let me go soft. They wore flowing gauzy gowns like
greek nymphs. I woke with a very stiff erection and a strong
need. Hadn't I had enough last night?

   Persephone lay next to me, on her stomach, her head turned
away.

   Wait! It wasn't a dream, we really had done all that last
night. And, yet, here I was in need for more.

   I rolled next to her, stretched my leg across, carefully
manoeuvred myself on top of her back, my arms straight on either
side of her. I pushed my cock between her legs right at the base
of her buttocks, just to feel that wonderful junction.

   She slid her hands over the red covers to beneath her red head
and made a purring noise.

   "That'd be nice, go ahead and fuck me."

   Her legs parted. I pressed. She was still slick from last
night and I easily entered. I lowered my body onto her back, held
my legs closed, pushed into her as far as I could. My arms
tightened around her body, my hands held her breasts. She
clenched her ass tight on me before relaxing. I fucked her
steadily, my bony hips slapping her soft buttocks on each in
stroke.

   "Hmmmm, that's nice," she murmured.

   Within a minute I was sweating and puffing.

   "Keep going," she said. "I'm enjoying this. You feel very
good."

   I fucked faster.

   "Oh, yeah, fuckin' good," I said. "Harder."

   It did feel good and within minutes I felt my cock tingle, my
balls contract. I grunted loudly, enjoying the feelings.

   "Yes!" Persephone said, "That's it, squirt it all in me."

   When I finished I rolled off.

   She immediately turned around, sat up and wiped my cock clean
with a tissue. After she finished, I rolled onto my side. She
spooned behind me, her erection probing.

   "My turn," she said.

   Lifting my leg, I reached back, took hold and pressed her onto
my anus. I flexed as she had suggested last night and pulled with
my hand at the same time. She hugged me tightly and pushed. I
still wasn't used to it, that feeling of being so engorged, and I
felt a slight bit of pain as I was stretched. But that quickly
disappeared and I enjoyed feeling her in me, home once again.

   "What a nice way to wake up," Pers murmured behind my ear.
"Good morning!"

   She moved her cock in and out slowly. Her breath touched my
neck as she panted. Her right palm flattened on my chest, held me
tight. She slid her left leg over mine and pulled with it while
fucking.

   "This won't take long," she whispered. "You feel extremely
good ... and I am still very turned on."

   She was wrong, though, as it was over ten minutes of quiet
fucking before she finally shoved hard and came. By then I felt
thoroughly and gloriously fucked out.

   She withdrew and I turned around, faced her. Her nose softly
touched mine, moved in tiny circles before she kissed me. The
kiss lasted long. Her tongue tenderly slid over mine. Our mouths
opened and we tongue-brushed each other over and over. We
finished the kiss and hugged.

   She said, "It takes a lot to get through my emotional shields
but you've just done it easily."

   "I am very honoured to have shared all this with you. Yes, it
has been fast."

   I held her tight and brushed her hair with my fingers, ran my
hand down her spine, felt her flaccid cock press against my own.
She rocked her hips.

   I said, "I've found the most amazing woman I've ever met.
She's smart as hell, mysterious and probably has a zillion
stories and experiences I'd love to hear. The fact she's a little
different is one of the good things about her. She's someone I
can admire because of who she is and what she does, and also
someone who might just understand my own randy needs, and,
because of that, she maybe won't shit out on me in the long run.
And, my god, can you cum!"

   She grinned, roughed my hair.

   "That's lovely. Can you fuck me once more? One more time
before we get up and change these drenched sheets?"

   "Sure, anything for you, if you can get me hard again."

   "Oh, I think I can make it happen ..."

   She pushed me onto my back, spun awkwardly around and went
down onto my cock with her mouth and hands. She straddled my
head, lowered her own penis to my mouth. We sixtynined hungrily,
lovingly and both of us became hard again. I was glad I was
holding up in that department.

   "I love doing oral first thing in the morning," she said.

   "I'll try to remember that," I mumbled, licking and sucking as
best I could, trying to send her a special loving message. She
worked thoroughly on me. Minutes into it, she groaned, lifted,
turned about, her head above mine.

   "I really need to fuck now."

   She sat straight up, legs on either side of my hips. She held
my cock, squatted over top and I ended deep inside her ass. I had
thought she had meant to fuck into me, but I was learning that
fuck to Persephone could also mean she was being fucked, too, and
she could get off that way. The tips of her mouth turned up in a
slight mischievous smile. Her cock curved up, purple, hard,
bouncing, ready for more. Her ass felt tight around me this time.
Her eyes narrowed. She sat up, cupped her breasts, touched the
nipples and rocked. Her stomach undulated, ribs shifted, muscles
rippled. Then she leaned forward, placed her hands on my chest
for balance -- and pressing her magnificent boobs together while
still grinning wickedly -- she rode up and down in short quick
movements.

   I felt where she rubbed inside, that special spot in her, the
male clitoris.

   Her eyes closed, her face twisted and she groaned with the
feelings. "I'm getting there, hang on."

   She fucked more forcefully, bouncing rapidly, shaking the bed.
It was a different kind of fuck, not grinding but bouncing. Pers
was obviously trying to feel my length slide within her.

   I breathed, "Won't be long, what you're doing."

   Her mouth opened and she started a loud, "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuck"
and jammed down hard on me, holding herself there. Her own cock
spasmed, splattering her arms and my chest. She hadn't even
touched it.

   She collapsed on top of me, breathing heavy.

   A minute later, grinning, Persephone lifted up.

   "I have a proposal, something I've wanted to try in a
relationship but have never been with the right person. Maybe
you're him."

   "What's that?"

   "Neither of us is allowed to say no to having sex with each
other."

   That caught me off guard. It sounded too good to be true. "At
any time?"

   "Yes. Our special rule. What do you think?"

   "Worth a try, I guess. By the way where do you get all this
energy?"

   She laughed.

   "I never get tired of sex. The more I have, the more I want to
have. I can be extremely demanding, several times a day. You know
how much I like to cum! Are you up for that?"

   "Am I?" I smiled. "You just watch!"

   She laid back down on my wet chest, her head next to mine and
whispered, "I hope so."

   We kissed. Persephone raised her hips, pulled me out, fluids
gushed on me. She shifted lower and inserted herself into me for
a final round before I had to leave for home to get ready for
work. Damn my sore ass!


   =============================
   Five: Monkey Business
   =============================

   The next day we talked on the phone and throughout most of the
day messaged each other. Very filthy, erotic, wonderful messages
scorched the lines and airwaves, others kind and others just chat
about stuff. Pers turned out to be a fantasist with many ideas
for role playing. I loved her WindSong Valkyrie character,
leather clad, sexually aggressive. I, in turn, invented her
warrior slave, Kazoom, whom she would use repeatedly for her own
pleasure but who would also defend her in battle. Dumb name,
great warrior.

   My feelings for her seemed to increase by the hour.

   Persephone said she had to work late that night so our
messaging ceased by ten when she left home. I figured it must've
been some astronomy thing at the university's observatory.

   By Saturday, I had to admit it: there was no better feeling
than someone being in lust with you! Or maybe love. I wasn't
sure. Or being in lust oneself. What I was sure was the high I
received even just hearing from her, it was fantastic. I really
looked forward to seeing her again. More sex! I also wondered how
she was feeling and how her work had gone.

   Our messages resumed around noon. I suggested a romantic
evening dinner at Sable's but she said she'd like to do that
another time, preferring to slum it and get together right now.
We decided to meet at her place and go to the zoo at her
suggestion.

   The state zoo was a large partly open-range, partly
traditional complex on the northern edge of the city. I hadn't
been there in years. The old part was black paved paths in a
wonderful leafy botanic garden setting, over one hundred fifty
years old. Transparent UV reflectors covered many spots over the
acreage.

   Through the gate we kissed romantically, strolled beneath
palms and twisted old shady trees. Pers wore a long, loose
semi-transparent red skirt whose colour matched her hair and
hugged her hips and shimmied with her steps; she also wore gold
sandals with laces half way up her legs and a black unbuttoned
shirt tied beneath her breasts like a halter. Her narrow naked
waist curved beautifully as did her cleavage. Her nails, lips and
eyelids were bright green today but there were no pseudotats or
face artwork. I wore trylene jeans and a white t-shirt painted
with skeletal artwork for the band Death's Desires. It was warm,
the sun bright.

   "We'll have to work out when we can meet," she said as we
walked, arms swinging together. "We both work during the day and
I have to work some week nights and most weekend late nights,
too. Sometimes I have to travel."

   "Married to your job like me, sounds like. Are you working
tonight?"

   "I took tonight off to be with you. Usually it'd be late,
start about eleven and go until four a.m."

   "The life of an astronomer, I guess. All those late lonely
nights making love to a telescope."

   She smiled and laughed. "Not exactly."

   I said, "I work daytimes but my weekends are free except when
I have my kid."

   "We'll work around that."

   Persephone seemed quite knowledgeable about many of the
exhibited animals, sharing little shards of information and
perception. She cared for their feelings, expressing deep concern
about them being caged and about all the species that had become
extinct. She preferred the larger exhibits and the open-space
areas.

   She paused at the Bonobo monkey space. The viewing area was a
wide paved semi-circle with a very large window in a thick, high
cement wall. An old steel rail kept hands and noses off the
glass. What we could see was only a small part of a very large,
semi-open-range area, an acre or two in size, filled with large
leafy trees and rockeries. Informative animated vids plays on the
side panels. A gold plaque to the left read, "The Alice Hollaway
Exhibit".

   Persephone pointed to the sign. "That's my mother."

   "Really?"

   She grinned.

   I'd heard of Alice Hollaway, a famous expert on monkey
language and society. She had mysteriously vanished somewhere in
Africa years ago, her body never found. She was also notorious,
reported as advocating incest and free love. It made me wonder
about Persephone.

   Persephone leaned over the metal pipe and pointed. Her lovely
curved ass, seemingly naked beneath the thin skirt, caught my
attention. I placed a hand there.

   She wriggled, nodded toward the exhibit and said, "See that?"

   Despite sunglasses, I squinted and removed my hand, shaded my
eyes. Two black monkeys beneath a large bushy tree petted and
sniffed each other.

   "This'll be interesting," she said.

   I couldn't figure out what she meant until I noticed that one
of the monkeys sported an obvious erection. He scooted behind the
larger female monkey. Her breasts hung, swayed. She lifted her
loins and I thought he might take her that way but instead she
rolled and laid on her back, legs and arms open, knees bent back
near her shoulders. The male quickly mounted missionary style,
holding his body up with straight arms. I hadn't expected that: I
thought animals had sex from the rear and only Dolphins and
humans faced each other. The monkies fucked with short, quick,
almost jittering motions. Her arms, hands and feet held his back.
They made a few squealing noises while her screeching became
louder with each of their thrusts, almost as if she were a human
pornstar. Their mouths were open in what appeared to be
human-like smiles and they looked at each other's faces. Were
they really enjoying sex the way humans can? Nearby monkies
barely seemed to notice.

   The few people around us muttered, pointed, turned and walked
away. A mother shooed her young daughter. A young woman wearing
glasses and with a pram moved to the edge but leaned forward and
continued to stare.

   Persephone grabbed my arm, pulled. I stumbled next to her.

   "They don't care if they'll be seen," she whispered,
absolutely entranced. "I love that freedom."

   "Do they know we're here?"

   "Probably. This is natural for them, they do this in the wild
but it isn't a show they're putting on. They use sex for
greeting, resolving conflict and to celebrate feeding. Or just to
have fun. They have some type of sex every couple of hours. The
females can hump each other to orgasm and males and females also
do oral on each other."

   "Really?" I grinned. "Sex addicted monkies?"

   Persephone's tongue stayed caught while she concentrated and
absent-mindedly tapped a nail on her teeth.

   She pushed her ass against my hand; I renewed rubbing.

   The monkies soon stopped, parted, apparently finished.

   Pers stood and said, "It might be her son."

   "You're kidding."

   "Maybe, maybe not. Mothers have sex with their sons their
whole lives."

   I thought Like you? but I desisted.

   "Mother-son and female-female bonds are very important. But
it's the alliances the females form that matter most. Some
females share orgasms to do that. Bonobos use sex to greet each
other and resolve all kinds of conflict. It reduces tension and
encourages tolerance. They rarely fight and do not have war like
chimpanzees. The cries they make during sex denote their status,
the louder the better. They're very peaceful compared to most
chimps and humans"

   "Uh huh. Sounds remarkable."

   "They are. They're very indangered. Mother, Vanessa Woods and
others worked hard to save them." Pers hooked her arm through
mine. "Mike, these are like our prehistoric ancestors."

   I said naughtily, "You mean we descended from over-sexed
bisexual monkies?"

   She chuckled, "You got it," and shoved me on the shoulder.
"And what's this about over-sexed? Aren't we?"

   We laughed together.

   "You sure are!" I grinned.

   "They're really important, Mike. The human race could learn a
lot from them. Just imagine a society with no war or bitterness,
where you get more sex than you ever needed and never had to feel
guilty about it."

   "Is that what your mother wanted?"

   She tipped her head, thought, smiled. "Yeah, she did." Pers
stood tall above me, took my hand. "Come on."

   "So, about your mother ..."

   Persephone pulled me along, almost running. We sped out of the
viewing area, arms swinging and turned a corner. The lane was
dark and deadended with a shed surrounded by heavily shaded tress
and shrubs. I turned to leave the lane but Persephone suddenly
pulled my arm, yanked me through thick, scratchy shrubs into a
small dark hidden area deep within the bushes.

   "Pers...!"

   She hugged me tightly, put her hands on either side of my head
and kissed me hard. Kept kissing me. Her tongue pushed through my
lips, her hips moved, her erection pressed against me. She
wrapped her arms around me.

   In my ear, "I am so fucking turned on, Mike. I need it now.
Blow me now."

   "But people will hear," I whispered.

   "Don't worry about it! God, I'm so turned on, just suck me, I
need it! Remember our rule!"

   Oh, yes, I thought. The Rule. I wasn't allowed to say no. Like
the bonobos? But I had agreed.

   I dropped to one knee. Shards of bark dug through my jeans. We
heard more screeching noise from the monkies. I lifted her skirt,
found it split down the front all the way up to the waistband,
parted it around my head. Her feet moved apart, her hips
quivered.

   "Come on, Mike ..."

   I hid her hard penis in my mouth. Her hands held my head as I
worked on her, sucking and licking hard and fast, trying to get
her to cum quickly. I fingered the base of her cock and massaged
her small balls with my other hand. She swelled further. Her
hands gripped either side of my head.

   Part of me was thrilled and part was embarrassed as all hell.
I imagined a zoo attendant tapping me on the shoulder: Ah hem,
sir! What do you think you're doing sucking that woman in the
bushes! Have you no shame, sir! And in another part of my mind,
the attendant was a sandy blonde broad-shouldered woman who
dropped kaki shorts, unbuttoned her shirt and joined in,
presenting herself to me on her hands and knees so I could fuck
her while sucking Persephone.

   "That's it, Mike. I'm getting there. Keep doing that, oh yes!"

   She pushed and pulled my head in time with her hip movements,
urging me to facefuck faster. It was all I could do keep up. My
fantasy vanished. I sucked as strongly as I could and rubbed my
tongue on her crown.

   She sighed, "Fuck, yeah," and pulled back from my face. White
stickyness spurted on me, the leaves and ground. Her eyes were
closed, her body jerked while she came. She breathed, "More," and
thrust herself back into my mouth. Within a minute she pumped
again but this time I clamped my lips tight and held her in my
fist so nothing escaped.

   Sir, what are those sticky spots on your clothes? How did you
get them? How did they get on the ground? She came all over you?
Sorry sir, that's a poor explanation. You should have fucked me
when you had the chance, you'll have to go now!

   I withdrew from her skirt, smacked my lips, looked up. Her
head was haloed in leaves and sunlight.

   "Thanks, Mike."

   "I don't think it takes much to turn you on," I said.

   She laughed.

   I poked my head out from the shrubs and luckily could not see
anyone near. Pers' skirt caught a branch as we emerged. We
ungracefully resumed the path, laughed, stumbled, held each
other. She was like a naughty schoolgirl who had gotten away with
it. My erection demanded attention but it wasn't going to get it.
I tried to adjust myself and hide it. Persephone's had gone down.

   We walked a little awkwardly in silence down the shaded lane
and back into the sunlight.

   She took my arm, laughed happily, patted my shoulder.

   "Are you ok?"

   "I don't know," I said. "That was cool but what if we'd been
caught?"

   She laughed again, hugged me, lowered her head onto my
shoulder for a moment.

   "Hey, it's ok, Mike, really, there's no problem. Exciting,
wasn't it?"

   I nodded. It certainly had been that.

   She rubbed my bicep.

   "Well, I can't say I've ever done that before, blown a woman
in the bushes at the zoo after she's been turned on by incestuous
bisexual monkeys."

   She said happily, "Enjoy the ride! Tell you what..." She
skipped happily in front of me. "I'll shout you dinner then
WindSong Valkyrie will dress up and do something really wild back
at her castle. Something you'll love."

   "Sounds good," I said. We approached the gate. "Would you like
to eat?"

   "Yeah, I'm starved. Not fussed. How about Pasta Masta?"

   "Sure."

   We wandered about the zoo. I held her hand. My stomach was
knotted. It had been embarrassing as well as exciting. I
wondered: how far was I prepared to go for her? And, further, how
far would she go? What sorts of other things might she be into?

   She chatted happily about different exhibits and things we saw
for the next few hours while I forced my stupid, silly worries
out of my mind.


   =============================
   Six: Beach Games
   =============================

   In my car, driving back to the city, I decided to test the
rule. I asked, "Pers, I've never been blown while driving. Have
you done it before?"

   "Sure," she said and without any further prompting, she had me
unzipped and into her bobbing mouth within moments. It was a
little difficult, I'll admit, but I became erect again easily.

   A scenario blossomed in my imagination: lewd puffy faced truck
driver peering down, grinning, blowing his loud horn, Persephone
turning, smiling at him, showing him her ass, laughing then
continuing to suck me off for his viewing pleasure. Pers didn't
seem to want to hide anything we did, she was totally unfazed as
she sucked and licked me.

   At a stop light I said, "Thanks, Pers, that was nice. Rain
check until later? It's a little difficult to concentrate on
driving when you're so good."

   "No probs." Her happy head popped up. "Any time you ask,
anything, anywhere, my love."

   She turned and waved her fingers at the car next to us. Had
the female driver seen us? The light turned green, Pers' hand
went back to my cock, which she held until we reached the street
with the restaurant and parked. I smelled sea air: the beach was
only blocks away.

   Persephone ordered a lasagne and I a chicken pasta salad with
a red wine. I discovered she did not drink alcohol or smoke or
even use drugs. I told her I enjoyed wine and scotch and
occasionally floaters; she didn't have any issues with that. She
did have issues with wireheads, though. We talked about TV shows,
books, her love of science, that she liked to cook, my work, my
collection of semi-pornographic She-Beast comics. It turned out
she was a bit interested in footy and we had an animated
conversation about her team, the Crows, vs mine, the Eagles. Pers
regaled about teaching astronomy courses at the uni and research
she was involved with on how planets form in dust clouds around
young stars.

   "We've observed way more variation in planetary systems than
theory predicts. It means Earth-like planets are rarer than most
think. I'm helping improve the theory."

   "Didn't they find a planet like Earth already?"

   "Sort of," she said. "About twelve years ago. But it's three
hundred light-years away and its mass is bigger than Earth's, so
it's probably covered by water."

   She was also involved with hyperspace research but said she
couldn't really talk about it.

   When we finished Pers suggested we catch a movie at the nearby
double cinema. Old and small, it didn't cost much and they had
upgraded to both 3V and MaxSound. The all-digital movie turned
out to be about a shy, nerdy university student who had to share
a dorm room with two wannabe lesbians and the eventually form a
threesome relationship. It was not well made.

   We sat up high, near the back row, dark and secluded. I
estimated no more than a dozen people turned up, mostly two small
groups of young, giggling teen girls. I felt like an old out of
place geezer and with Persephone next to me, my mind raced with
lewd thoughts. The idea of having sex in a cinema was an old
fantasy but seemed too scummy.

   Part way through the film, Pers started massaging my cock
through my jeans. Her other hand stayed in her own lap and did
interesting things to her erection beneath the thin skirt. I
found that both exciting and embarrassing. I worried we might get
caught and kicked out. My imagination's usher  flashed a torch at
us and said, Sir, we only allow fucking on the screen, not in the
cinema seats! It will leave stains. You will have to leave! In my
mind: petite, cute, short black hair, naked from the waist up,
small tits with large dark erect nipples. 'Sir, if she does not
stop, you'll simply have to accommodate her. Here, I'll help...'
Of course none of that happened even though I seriously thought
about giving oral. Pers laid her head on my arm and I played with
her breasts while we watched.

   As we left we agreed it was yet another boring movie. She
said, "A real threesome relationship isn't like that. There's a
lot more to it and it can be very loving with the right committed
people. There are responsibilities which the movie didn't touch
on, especially for the middle one. They have to ensure no one is
neglected otherwise there can be power games."

   "You ... know this?"

   "All too well."

   Just outside the cinema, she pulled me to the right and we
briskly hiked down the block. It was late, dark and cloudy.
Lights lit the foreshore and a few people milled about. We
removed our socks and shoes and padded down to the wide sandy
beach. The waves were small tonight, with little sound. The warm
summery breeze ruffled our hair and blew a few grains of sand
about.

   We had not walked very far when Persephone suddenly hugged me
and started kissing. She pulled me down and laid on top. Sand
quickly worked its way into my pants and shirt.

   I could feel her erection poking through her skirt between my
legs. Her hip movements were unmistakable, insistent, forceful.

   "I am so fucking turned on! I really need a root," she
whispered, kissing me more. She pulled at me, at my pants. "I
need to fuck you right now!"

   I looked left, right. A group of teenage girls sat together a
ways off, giggling and laughing.

   "Shit, I think we might be seen."

   "Remember our rule!"

   "Ok, come on up here," I said, pushing her up.

   We stumbled behind a low grassy dune where she shoved me back
down, fell on me and resumed kissing. She wasn't gentle and her
tongue kept probing as deep as she could as if she wanted to
shove it right down my throat. I hoped we were hidden just out of
sight of the girls. Persephone rolled off me and lay on her back,
already panting. She parted her skirt, grasped her hardon. Her
stomach washboarded. Parting her knees she placed her feet flat
and firm. With her right hand she started jerking. Her left hand
sought my crotch but I wasn't hard. She tried working me anyway
though my pants.

   I worried that the girls could see her knees and their motions

   I raised my head and nervously checked, hoping the girls could
neither see me in the darkness nor hear Persephone's loud
breathing. They giggled and continued to talk. They looked young,
maybe mid teens, and I had no idea why they might be out so late.
Then I recognized one from the cinema as she pulled her t-shirt
over her head, exposing herself. They all giggled. Another
followed suit immediately.

   Pers squirmed as she worked, regaining my attention. Her hips
moved, breathing deepened, became more erratic. Her left hand
pushed hard on me then slapped the ground several times as she
gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tight.

   I pulled my head down, shifted her top aside, kissed her
breast. She upthrust her hips and cock, grunted quietly. Her hand
was a blur, her hips worked up, down, up, down. A minute later
she cried, "Uh!" and several sticky shots landed on myself and
the sand. She continued to jerk and within another minute more
spewed forth, blob after blob. After blob, after blob... after
blob...

   Her hand did not stop moving and she only stopped cumming for
seconds between bursts. Her hips fucked the air and her grasps
were loud.

   It was freaky. I worried that we would be heard.

   More blobs erupted, fed by some never-ending supply. It was
like someone had turned on a pulsing tap and it just refused to
stop.

   "Uh," spurt, "uh," spurt, "uh...", spurt...

   Wetness pooled on her rippling stomach.

   I glanced up at the girls but luckily they hadn't seen
anything and appeared busy.

   Finally, Persephone stopped ejaculating but she strained her
hips tensely upwards, her hand still blurred. She suddenly gasped
for air and, with wide eyes, loudly gulped huge lungfuls. Her
hips dropped, rose again. "Oh fuck..." Her cock jumped again
three or four times without emitting anything.

   And still she did not stop working herself!

   Worried, I touched her arm.

   She looked at me then squeezed her eyes tight and continued
pumping. Ten more seconds, "Nnnnnnnng -- " and, "Fuck I ... oh
fuck, oh no, ugnn..." she stifled as her body uncontrollably
writhed. She splattered my jeans and still continued.

   I watched her, heard the girls giggle, the wavelets chuckle.

   She gulped air for another half minute then her eyes went
wide, she cried, "Uhhhh!" and wetted the sand.

   I touched her arm, her head, tried to sooth but she continued
rubbing, grunting, straining, cumming. It was almost as if I was
not even present. I knew she could cum many times -- as I had
seen before and especially last night -- but this was amazing,
almost scary. It was almost as if she was another species that --
once orgasm had commenced -- would not stop for a long time,
almost in the manner of dogs. I had been with two women who came
almost constantly for ten or twenty minutes or more -- Mistress J
being one -- but I never thought a male could do it. Now, it had
become agony to watch.

   Her face was twisted as if she were in pain. Her eyes were
tightly shut again in concentration. Her arm and hand masturbated
furiously. Her cock was hard and as thick and long and red as it
could get. Where did she get it? Why had she not stopped?

   She gritted her teeth, grunted loudly, "I ... o-shhii!"

   At that moment, I no longer cared if the girls saw us nor the
man walking along the edge of the water. She needed help.

   I leaned down, put my hand beneath her moving one, my mouth
over her cock. She banged my chin a few times.

   "Oh, Mike! Oh ... uhhh ..."

   Her hand flew off and cut the air. Her hips thrust upwards,
jamming her cock into my mouth. My knuckles jumped as she
throbbed once more. She stuffed fingers into her mouth, bit them.
She twisted. Her cock spewed three times into my mouth.

   "Easy, easy..." I tried to say, muffled by her hardness. I
gently massaged her and sucked as best I could. She let out a
long breath, slammed her hands flat on the sand, relaxed her
legs.

   I squeezed her very tightly in rhythms, trying to hold it all
back.

   She relaxed, let out another deep breath.

   "Are you ok? Do you hurt? Can I do anything for you?"

   She shuttered again for a second and looked at me with big
eyes. Scratchy sand fell from her arm, cluttered her hair. I
released my hold. Her cock jerked and a blob hit my face. I
brushed if off. She smiled weakly, "Sorry," puffed heavily,
patted my arm, put her legs down. She slowly sat up, removed my
hand, pushed her skirt together, leaned over on me. She held my
arm and laid her head on my shoulder.

   "Thank you, Mike. I'm ok now."

   Her breasts rose and fell with still deep breaths.

   I was shocked. I expected her to be cross with me for refusing
but ... she thanked me? I was further shocked as well as
impressed by what I had just witnessed. And worried.

   "Look, I'm really sorry," I said, stroking her shoulder. "I
should've helped to start with, maybe let you fuck me."

   "Shhhh, it's ok. It's fine." She stroked my arm and placed her
hand back on my lap, felt my hardness -- "Don't worry. It
happens." She rolled toward me and laid her head back down on my
chest. "I'm fine."

   "That was ... incredible. I ... don't know what to say. You
must've really needed it."

   "I never know when my nympho side'll hit like that. I just
have to keep going, you know?"

   In the darkness, with the sounds of the surf at our feet, she
looked up at me, her eyes darted. She smiled.

   I smiled in reply, stroked sand out of her hair.

   I raised myself. One of the half-naked girls was staring at
us. Oh fuck. I sucked my knuckle. The girl bent and whispered
something to her friends. They all giggled, glanced back but
quickly resumed talking in now hushed voices, punctuated by loud
laughter.

   We got up -- I thought I heard a fake moan from the girls --
brushed off most of the sand and walked back to my car. The
moment we were inside Persephone parted her skirt on either side
of her naked hips. She unclasped the waistband, removed and
bunched the skirt, dropped it on the floor. "Much better!" She
untied her shirt, fanned herself then laid it loosely just over
her breasts. Green nailed feet flopped on the dash, knees bent,
the muscle in her right leg flexed, left elbow propped next to
the window. She sucked a fingernail.

   I was now realizing just how bold and wantonly uninhibited
Persephone could be.

   In silence we drove through the night to her place.
Streetlights flashed over her body. Her long bare legs, nudity
and hand on my leg were a welcome distraction to my hollow
thoughts. Being with Persephone was both intoxicating and
confronting.

   When we were almost at her place, she said, "You're pretty
quiet."

   "Um, sorry."

   "Please, Mike, don't cover it up. What is it? Am I too much
for you?"

   The heel of my hand thumped the wheel. "No. I just ... Christ,
I hope not! I'm upset that I didn't help you to start with back
there. I'm upset that I was too worried about us being caught.
You don't deserve that. You're the most incredible woman I know."

   "Easy, Mike." She reached, touched my arm, but pulled her
shirt tighter across her chest and pressed her knees together,
hiding her penis.

   "Actually, I think one of the girls at the beach may have seen
us."

   "Is that it? Well, she saw a couple having fun and loving each
other, things she should see." She pointed at me -- "Mike, it is
fine." -- reached over, touched my left arm. "Look, I do
understand what you're feeling. You aren't used to someone like
me. I am extremely thankful about the concern you showed for me
earlier." Her hand went down to my leg again.

   "Aren't you angry at me for not trusting you?"

   Her fingers rubbed my inner thigh in small circles and she
said gently, "No. I'm a bit pissed off, that's all, but not
angry. I know what's going on: you don't trust yourself. Mike,
I'm not other women, and few of them would've been interested in
sex like we've had today."

   "Well, true."

   She paused. Her teeth clicked on her left hand's nail. "I
reckon someone must've really hurt you --"

   "Well, yes..."

   " -- and someone else taught you sex was dirty and should be
private and hidden --"

   "... I was hurt very much."

   " -- and you go off and wank yourself and watch porn alone
almost every day so no one else'll know you've done it, like it's
something bad, but it's something you just gotta do."

   " And, yeah, well ... yeah."

   She nodded. "Thought so. Look, sex is good for the soul. I'm
the best person in the world to help make all your fantasies come
true and to help you loosen up, have new experiences. But you
have to work with me and not be afraid of what I do or ask."

   I turned a corner.

   She looked out the front window.

   "Mike, here's the deal about me. I'm two people: Doctor
Persephone Jones proper astronomer, university lecturer and
manager of the planetarium. And I'm also Persephone Jones, sexual
enthusiast with an insatiable appetite." She looked back at me,
reached over again, placed her hand back on my inner thigh. "I'm
built for sex. I have the body of a gorgeous woman and the
appetite of a nymphomaniac. I'm completely bi, I have a very
dirty mind, and I think about sex all the fucking time. It took
me years to accept this is who I am."

   "I can't argue with all that. It's wonderful."

   Streetlights flashed, highlighting her long beautiful muscular
legs, her feet on the dash. It was the first time I noticed she
did not have large feet like most taller people.

   "Good. So, please just go with me and enjoy the ride, ok?
You've fucking got me, so beat that damn conscience of your's
into submission and tell it who's boss. "

   Her fingers drummed my leg, she leaned toward me, kissed my
cheek, pressed a finger onto my cock.

   I grimaced. I felt like a fucking heel.

   Her fingers touched my cock again then she held still, the
nail of her other hand tapping perfect teeth as she looked out
the window. Her knees parted again, closed and parted. Her half
hard penis was fully exposed. An invitation?

   My heart thumped wildly. I gripped the wheel, tried to hear
the electric motor over the turmoil in my mind, which of course I
couldn't. Her hand remained on my lap and her wonderful nakedness
a severe distraction.

   I turned another corner, down the block and arrived at
Persephone's home.


   ==========================
   Seven: WindSong Confessions
   ==========================

   As I watched her walk to the red front door a sense of guilt
flooded me. I couldn't help stare at her naked ass as it swayed.
I felt as if I shouldn't be doing that, it was a lewd thing to
do, but she turned and smiled at me, tipped her head, almost
posing. I realized Persphone might enjoy being watched.

   A sensor light above the front door popped on, her red hair
glistened and gorgeous lithe body glowed with slight
perspiration. She pulled her shirt off so she was now boldly
nude. She held her thumb on the electronic fingerprint lock, the
door clicked, swung open and she ushered me in. Hidden soft
interior lights glowed the walls and ceiling.

   Inside, she was all over me, urgent hands roaming, tongue
thrust into my mouth, twisting, rubbing, pulling. She reached for
my hand, placed it on her breast and breathed, "Come to the
bedroom."

   We ran -- "House: lights off! House: open bedroom curtains!"

   Black and gold curtains slid back, ghostly moonlight ribboned
by dark clouds streamed across the bed.

   She dropped her shirt on a chair, tossed her sandals to the
side, flung back the covers, bounced on bright mintgreen sheets,
held her arms out, parted her knees, gestured with her hands. Her
cock was as hard as I'd ever felt it.

   "Come. WindSong needs you."

   I took off my clothes as quickly as I could and stood before
her. I was already half hard myself. She wrapped her arms around
my ass, dug fingers painfully, pulled, engulfed my cock with her
wet sucking mouth. Her cheeks hollowed.

   "Pers, I'm sorry, I ... "

   "Shhh." Her hand flapped.

   Without gagging, she somehow took me in all the way and held
me there for a moment. I felt her do something to the tip with
her throat then make a coughing noise. She pulled back, sucked
then licked, all the while kneading my ass, digging her fingers
forcefully.

   She had taken control of me, forcing me to do exactly what she
wanted.

   "Not easy to do that," she muttered.

   "That's ..."

   She waved a hand and her head moved rhythmically; I felt the
top of her mouth and cheeks slide on me. She looked up at my eyes
as her head moved back and forth. Sensations rapidly grew in me
and without warning I shouted, "Oh fuck!". My hands pushed her
shoulders, grabbed, pulled hard.

   Wetness burst forth uncontrolled from my core, primal energy
channelled into one spot, one shaking act.

   All that tension, all the stress, the worry, everything
focused on my loins, went through my cock and burst into
Persephone's willing mouth in one huge intense climax, a series
of jolting wet spasms. I shook uncontrollably. Her cheeks
indented, throat worked. Not a drop escaped. She continued to
suck and bob; it felt as if she was milking me into herself,
taking my essence as deep as she could.

   How could that little outburst of fluid and emotions be so
vitally important?

   I had no doubt it was. I felt as if I had become even more
intertwined with her. Something rotten was removed and she took
in; yet I also received something else in return. Something ...
refreshing. I received life.

   I breathed out, sighed.

   "That is what you needed!"

   She pushed me back and laid down on her side, beautiful long
body, curved hip, legs and breasts all wonderful to behold. I
stretched out next to her, looked at her lovely round face in the
pale moonlight. Our feet touched. Her fingers walked along my
chest.

   "Are you up to talking or too tired?"

   "I'm ok," I shuddered. "That was incredible. Thank you. Are
you alright?"

   "Shhhh, I'm fine. You needed it. Got all that shit out of
you."

   She stroked my hair, my back, my arms, my fingers, my hips, my
legs, my lips ... my soul. Her fingers moved, touched here then
there then there again and elsewhere. She knew exactly the right
spots to make me both cringe and relax. She touched there and my
cock and entire body jumped.

   I placed a hand on her nicely curved hip, ran a finger down
her front, to her cock, and back up to between her breasts. She
smiled at me.

   "My god," I said, "you are simply amazing, you know?"

   She wrapped her luscious body around me, warm and cuddly,
squeezed me tight, my hand caught between us near her crotch. We
kissed for minutes before she rolled onto her back, set her leg
on mine, her hands crossed on her stomach.

   "Mike, today I let loose. I couldn't help it. I told you that
you have this affect on me, damn it." She bit a nail. Her head
turned, she looked straight at me, raised her far knee up, looked
at the ceiling, stretched her arms above her head, grasped the
metal bedhead frame, pushed, released. "I haven't felt this free
with someone in some time." Her lower lip pouted, she faced me
again. "That's my fantasy: being that free with my partner so I
can have sex ten times a day if I want, wherever I want, and they
trust me so much that I don't have to worry if they're ok with
what I'm doing or who else I'm doing it with or where we do it or
how many times a day we do it or anything. For me, sex is
everything in a relationship and a relationship without a lot of
physical intimacy sucks bigtime."

   She turned toward me, crossed a long leg over mine, moved up
against me, hip against hip, cock against cock. That felt nice.
Her hand graced my lower spine then held my buttock, pulled us
tighter.

   Ghostly white in moonlight, red hair now dark, she nodded,
waved. She looked right at my eyes.

   I said, "I accept you as you are, beauty, brains, the lot.
You're very special." And, I said to myself, I would not try to
get embarrassed again in the future. You are just too good and
special to lose.

   "I hope so."

   She turned, stretched, reached, her hand graced my hair. Her
breasts felt wonderful snuggled against my chest, her cock nicely
again next to my own. Her feet flexed beneath my own, pushed on
my souls. She reached between our bodies, took my cock
thoughtfully between thumb and fingers and rubbed her nose on
mine. I reached down as well, grasped her, rolled back her
foreskin. She twitched as I rubbed the exposed head and the
tender rim. Around my hand, she grasped our two cocks.

   "Touching is important to me," she said.

   I laughed. "I think I can relate to that, too. 'If you haven't
got touch, you haven't got much.'"

   She blinked, released us, pulled her hand and arm out. "I know
that quote."

   "Theodore Sturgeon I think. Or Spider Robinson. Or both."

   "You read old science fiction?"

   "Some."

   "Oh, wow, that's fantastic. So do I!" Her head popped up. "I
love Niven and Heinlein and Varley and Smith and McDevitt and
even Sarah Douglass. We'll have to talk about that later." She
laid her head back.

   "Do you mind if I change?" she asked.

   I was puzzled. "Uh, no..."

   She reached behind, opened a drawer, withdrew a thick silver
rod which she set on her head. Pressing a thumb on it, her hair
rippled to a dark purple colour. Very clever and expensive
technology that I'd only heard about recently. She put the wand
away and smiled at me. I slipped strands through my fingers. They
glowed of their own light and felt very soft.

   My other hand continued rubbing her cock.

   "Right now I'm enjoying what you're doing with your hand down
there. It is so wonderfully distracting."

   I shook my head and looked between our bodies. She had become
erect again. Where does she get the stamina? I had to admit it
felt good feeling her cock grow in my fingers -- responding to me
-- a nice feeling I would never have previously anticipated.

   I parted our bodies and looked between more carefully, past
those luscious breasts.

   Her smooth penis was not that thick but a reasonable length
when hard, quite small when not. Blue and red veins mottled the
white. Her foreskin completely covered the head and was easy to
push back, exposing a bulbous knob which became taught and smooth
and deep purple when she was on the brink. Quite a contrast to
her naturally white smooth skin. There was no sign of facial and
body hair -- indeed it appeared as if she never even had pubic
hair -- and the only hair I had seen was on her head, a few
strands beneath her arms and her thin eyebrows. Her eyebrows were
coppery and I suspected she may have naturally red or ginger
hair.

   And, I just realized, I had never seen her wear jewellery of
any kind.

   She snuggled closer. Her muscles flexed against me, her hips
rocked with a small motion, her cock slid against mine and my
fingers, like she was gently fucking them. My arm was sandwiched
between us. With my other arm I reached around her and held.

   "This is nice."

   She ran a finger along my chest, through the few hairs there.
She snickered, laughed, rolled away, knees parted wide.

   "Come on, do me."

   We parted. I scooted down. My mouth and hand consumed her. I
enjoyed licking and sucking. I wanted her to feel great.

   "That's it, Mike, work me ... fuck that's good ... oh fuck
what you're doing with your tongue is driving me nuts ... no,
don't stop ... you tease! Get back there ... ah, yes, ah fuck ...
oh fuck fuck fuck ... yes, that's it suck me hard ... my god
you're good ... harder! ... I love your hand there, right there,
fuck yes, get your finger in ... keep doing that..."

   Five minutes of continued verbal later, "Oh, oh, oh, I'm going
to..."

   Her body tensed. Fists clenched, hips jerked at my face, she
spasmed amidst further very loud colourful language. She didn't
seem to care where the fluid landed. I sucked off the bit that
had splashed me.

   She then lunged on top of me, tickling. We rolled, kissed
hard, laughed, then kissed more tenderly. Her fingers held either
side of my head. Her heavy body pressed me into the bed,
squashing my left hand between. My left held her ass, my right
was still between us.

   "That's one hell of an appetite you have there, madam!"

   She laughed and kissed me again.

   "You noticed did you. Ha! Oh, you have no idea how strong it
is! I hope you can do that a lot!"

   She pulled her head up and with her elbows pressed her tits
together just below my scratchy chin. My heart jumped just
looking at them but my tongue couldn't quite reach.

   "Can I fuck you please?"

   "Certainly. Anything you want."

   She wriggled down so her head was over mine, reached under a
pillow and pulled out a thick plastic tube. I withdrew my arm,
opened my legs, raised my knees to my shoulders. I closed my eyes
and felt her cock touch below my balls. She awkwardly smeared
lube on herself and in my ass, snapped the bottle shut and
replaced it under the pillow. After licking the lube off her
fingers, she kissed me then pushed herself straight in. There was
no pain, only that first-awkward-then-now-pleasurable feeling of
being stuffed full. Was I was getting used to this? It was
unusual but I was liking it with each experience.

   "Ah, yes, I'm home," she whispered. She, laid her head down
next to mine, her body stretched over top of me, her legs
together. I set my feet just below her ass. She flipped her own
feet rapidly as if swimming, thumping the bed. "It's something
you just know, don't you? When you're connected. Best body fit."

   "Feels like I'm home, too." I stroked her hair, let out a
breath.

   She closed her eyes, raised her head and moved her hips so her
cock barely slid in and out of me. Her arms held me tight, strong
hands clutching my back. Her speed increased along with the force
of her thrusts. Her teeth gritted. I slid my feet down her legs
and pressed my knees against her thighs, hooked my heels further
around her legs and pulled. It actually felt great to have her
fuck me like this. Again, I marvelled that I could even think
like that.

   She slowed, stopped, withdrew. "Turn over please."

   I rolled, raising myself onto my forearms and knees, my ass
presented to her. She fucked into me again, her thighs slapping
over and over, her cock moving in and out, her strong hands
grasping my hips. She wasn't quite hitting the right spot in me
but it was still very good. I closed my eyes, lowered my head,
concentrated on the feelings within me. Strange feelings, new
feelings, different feelings, being fucked from behind like that,
almost like being used. I loved it.

   And I had become hard again.

   Persephone hissed. She fucked faster, harder, almost shoved me
off the bed. Her fingers tightened on my hips; they pulled,
pushed, pulled, pushed... The bed shook, creaked.

   "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, here I go, goddamn it didn't take
much!" Her words turned into an incoherent yell, almost sung
loudly like a woman in orgasm. Her cock emptied.

   She rolled off, breasts heaving. Her eyes were closed and her
smile was nothing short of massive. I turned, laid next to her,
stroked her arm. I felt pleased.

   "Wow," she said. "Oh poor one, you're hard as a rock. Do you
need to cum?" She reached.

   "That would be good, yes."

   She eagerly dived onto my cock with her mouth and hands and
after twenty minutes, I ended up fucking her for another ten
until I came softly.

   We slept together for a short time.

   Later, she sat on the bed next to me. I asked if Persephone
was her real name.

   "It is now. I was born Wayne Philip Jones. But I changed it
when I developed a woman's body. I was eleven."

   "Your parents were ok with that?"

   "Absolutely. They were very supportive. It was the most
natural direction for me to take, just felt right. I've never
regretted it."

   "That's fantastic of them. How'd you get the name Persephone?
It's greek, isn't it?"

   "From a book, I can't remember which one. She's mythological,
a greek nature nymph who was raped by Pluto and taken to the
underworld where she ruled for six months out of the year,
causing winter to happen on Earth. While in Hades, some stories
have her seducing men and women, devouring their souls during sex
and orgies. In other myths there was incest involving her, her
mother Demeter and father Zeus or Poseidon, depending on the
version. I didn't know any of that when I chose the name. I just
liked the sound of it. "

   Other questions came around while we quietly talked about our
lives. I told her about my shitty marriage and limited
experiences, that I didn't have sex until I was 19. Persephone
said she'd been having sex since she was an early teenager and
said she had gone through times of 'extreme excess' and times of
celibacy and darkness. She admitted to having had 'a great many
partners' but few relationships; the best and longest were with
people with whom she did not co-habitate. I then started asking
some of the questions that had been running around in my head
since we'd met.

   "Are you a mistress?"

   "Oh no. I love to take charge so I guess you'd say I'm a Top
and sometimes I like to tie someone up and have my way with them
like we did with you. Years ago I used to do some BDSM but I lost
interest."

   "Ok, here's another. You said you've had a lot of sex
partners. How many and how do you do it?"

   She smiled, looked straight at me and said, "Hundreds."

   "Wow, I'm impressed."

   "You are? You don't think I'm a slut?"

   "Oh, a very wonderful slut. Not the bad kind."

   "I work weekends at the M&M Club," she said.

   I propped myself up on my elbows.

   "The gay bar?"

   "That's the one."

   She sniggered.

   "Been working there a long time, it's like my second home. Ian
and Xana are like family. I mainly work the bar nowdays; I'm
great with drinks and listening. I'll take you one day. Plenty of
straight people come in, too."

   I'd never been there but had heard stories about it being a
place of utter debauchery.

   She hesitated, gazed out the window, a finger brushed her
lips. In the grey moonlight she look stunning. Shadows on her
breasts accentuated nice curves.

   "House: open window."

   Cool air quaffed our damp bodies. Semi-transparent curtains
fluttered.

   Her arms hugged a knee, the other leg touched my own, her foot
moved.

   "Mike, I've done things some people would think perverted,
even outright gross. I'm a bit worried what you'll think of me."

   "Some people would think what we're doing is perverted. But
it's not. You can't shock me. What've you done that's so wicked?"

   She rocked. Dimples appeared. "Well ... sex with people around
me many many times and sex in public. I've done swingers parties
and balls. I've fucked in a cemetery, that was cool, literally.
Many threesomes and some couples; the one with two lesbian women
was very nice, good memories. I've not done the mile-high thing."

   "Yet," I said and tucked that thought away.

   She grinned, tipped her head at me. "I used to love gangbangs,
groups of men doing me ... or me them, actually!" She laughed,
looked down at my cock, squeezed it. "I did a lot of those once.
What about you? Anything like that?"

   "No, the closest I came was the last time with Mistress J."

   She nodded.

   "And, is that it? That's not so bad."

   "Well ... what's the naughtiest thing you've done?"

   I shrugged. "Not sure, really. Gave a head job to a beautiful
shemale in the bushes at the zoo." She smiled. "Seriously, I
played with a couple last year and the wife was keen to watch me
fuck her husband. Then the slave thing with J and Tish and you
and those guys. That's about it, honestly. Pretty vanilla
otherwise. I think I've only been with half a dozen women, plus
you and those guys."

   Persephone ran her thumb and finger along my cock then my hip.

   "Well ... " Her nail clicked teeth, fist clenched, relaxed.
"I've done two really naughty things I guess, maybe three. I
don't consider them bad but many would.

   "I once did porn movies."

   She looked at me, waited.

   I rubbed her leg and nodded. "Go ahead, tell me about it."

   "Good money and I'm not ashamed of it but in the end I found
it shallow and unfulfilling. I got tired of it and there were so
many people involved with hangups and using each other, they just
couldn't relax and live, you know?"

   "Uh huh."

   "And I have a friend, Connie. She and I, well, she's a bit
strange."

   I stroked Persephone reassuringly.

   "How so?"

   She, rubbed my legs and chest.

   "Connie is a sub and she used to be a major painslut. She can
be confronting and ... well, she's a dear friend, well, more than
a dear friend I guess. I've known her for years, before her
accident. Now she lives alone with a horrible condition and can't
leave her house. I visit her often. She's a nice woman and very
loving." Pers rocked back and forth, still holding my cock, then
chortled like musical water chuckling over pebbles. "She's ...
different. It's ... Well, let's just say that Connie's probably
done more freakier things than myself."

   She looked down at my cock as she fondled it lightly. It
swelled.

   Persephone's eyes, dark in the dim light, sought mine again.

   "So I'm pretty bad, aren't I? Twisted."

   I sat up, hugged her. "No, just smart and wonderful, and a
bloody lucky woman. I envy you, everything you've done and your
friends. Connie sounds interesting."

   "Yes, she is. Thank you for understanding. Listen, I don't
expect you to go without women, ok?"

   I nodded, kissed her. "Right now, you're all I need."

   She smiled. "We'll see. Mike, this is important: I can't do
monogamy. It isn't me. I learned that the hard way. I'm very
promiscuous and I like being that way. It is exciting. Sometimes
I can help people, too, by having sex with them. I'm fully poly
as well. I hope you can deal with that."

   "Ok."

   I didn't know how to respond. That certainly would be
different and I wondered if I could indeed cope with it. Apart
from my adventures with Mistress J, I had never shared anyone,
especially emotionally.

   Her finger touched me. "You know, I heard in an old song that
trust is more important than monogamy. I believe that. We gotta
have that if this is going to work." She touched her teeth for a
moment.

   She continued, "And I'll tell you about guys. A lot of 'em
have tried to latch onto me. They make all kinds of promises just
to get a root. If that's all they want, I'm fine with that. But
the ones that say they want more, at the end of the day, it's
always about their egos and their dicks and their selfish
fantasies. They say they'll accept me fucking around but in
reality they can never handle it, they get jealous, they want to
control me or change me or make it exclusive. I don't know why
they have to say all the shit they do and play lousy mindfucks.
It hurts. The truth is that they just want the fantasy when they
want it on their terms but they run at anything more, like having
to deal with real feelings and a real person and a real intense
relationship."

   I hope I'm not one of them! I thought. And, It sounds as if
she's been hurt badly.

   "Mike, with those I love, I am extremely loyal. I promise:
you'll never miss out. I promise I will never deliberately try to
make you feel second best. You have my solemn word and pledge. I
did it once and have regretted it ever since."

   Persephone hunched over my cock, kissed the tip. She continued
to kiss until her lips slid up and down over it. A breast lightly
touched my leg. She pulled back up.

   "There is one more thing. I haven't told many. Maybe this is
the 'worst' I've ever done but to me is wasn't a bad thing."

   "What's that?"

   She grinned.

   "We were nudists at home, ok?"

   I nodded. That might explain why she felt better naked, she'd
grown up with it.

   "When I was sixteen, Dad and I were sitting naked on the
lounge watching TV, as we often did, and cracking rude jokes.
Both of us had stiffies that wouldn't quit for like an hour. He
was pissed as a fart and I kind of talked him into a wanking
contest and well, you know how I can cum and, uh, well, one thing
lead to another and I did things with him. Got him to fuck me. It
just happened."

   She paused.

   I didn't know what to say.

   "I gave him my absolute 'best shot' because I loved him." She
hugged her knees. "It was something good I did for him. It wasn't
wrong. But ... he felt so guilty about it, and every other time
we did it, too." She shook her head, sighed, frowned.

   I waited. I wondered what kind of upbringing Persephone
might've had.

   "I think, well, maybe I did take advantage of him. Maybe I was
the abuser, I don't know. It didn't feel like it. I loved him and
Mother wasn't there when he needed her."

   "Where was she?"

   "Africa. She went there a lot."

   "She wasn't around for your dad?"

   "She wasn't like that. When she was home they were like
rabbits, believe me. Sex wasn't hidden from us, out of sight, so
I know. But she could be away for months at a time."

   "And what abuse? I didn't say anything about abuse."

   "No, but I've wondered about it, whether I had. A shrink told
me once that I had. I just don't believe that."

   "It doesn't sound like abuse. He certainly didn't abuse you."
I had always pictured incest as something nasty imposed by the
father on an unwilling child -- that image did not sit well with
me at all. I never considered that the teenage child might be the
initiator. I said, "You were being loving and kind weren't you?"

   "Oh yes!"

   The curtain fluttered from the cool breeze.

   "And you were nudists."

   She nodded. "Uh huh. Grew up with it, most natural thing in
the world. Mother was ... well, she has strong ideals."

   She ticked her nail again then giggled, perking up.

   "And then there was the time with Aunt Julie."

   "Aunt Julie?" More?

   "Yup." More giggles and rocking. "I came home from school
upset, hurt, angry. She was visiting and, in the most loving way,
she took me to bed and let me fuck her brains out until I
couldn't cum any more and cried. She held me and soothed me. It
was the best thing for me at the time and I learned something
from it."

   Persephone rocked.

   "Did your Mother know about this?"

   "Oh yes! Julie had her permission."

   "Really?"

   Persephone pointed a finger. "You're not to tell anyone this!
They wouldn't understand."

   "I promise."

   "Thank you."

   I wondered what kind of reputation Persephone may have had at
school. And being the way she was I imagined would present all
kinds of problems and prejudices. I decided to shelve that line
of thought for the time being.

   "When was your first?" she said.

   "Oh, god, I was nineteen. It was at a party at uni and she was
pretty drunk. She dragged me to a bedroom and pretty much raped
me, actually."

   I reached and stroked her cock.

   "Oh, that's nice, Mike, keep doing that please."

   Her head tipped, arm worked as she stroked me in reply. I felt
stirrings again within my body. My heart beat hard. I knew this
was special information and yet, could I handle it? Of course I
could!

   She said softly, "I want you to know that I love you."

   Feelings rose within me that I had not felt in a long time.
They were there!

   "Persephone, I am so honoured you have told me all this. I
think ... I love you, too."

   We hugged tightly. Why was I being so fucking cautious? I had
my perfect partner. She was right here! Maybe she was right, I
had been hurt too badly before.

   Clasping my cock, she said, "Now, come on, you're pretty hard
here. I think it's time for you to sink another shaft."

   She swung a leg over and my cock disappeared. Her own stood at
attention, too, curving upwards. It flopped as she rode me in the
soft grey moonlight. I reached and held that part of her for the
next half hour of solid fucking until I finally came inside her
again.

   We fell asleep wrapped around each other.

   WindSong would have to wait until another time.


   ==================
   Eight: Showgirl Hijinx
   ==================

   Tuesday evening Pers invited me to see her planetarium show.

   I arrived dripping from the rain, clutching my leather jacket
against the strong, warm wind. The door was open and signs
pointed the way up the stairs. About thirty adults and children
filled half the seats in the dimly lit domed auditorium. I
stepped in. Pers skipped up to me, leaned down, gave a kiss.

   "I'm glad you could make it. Here, this is a good seat. We'll
start in a moment."

   It lounged low almost like laying down, softly cushioned,
front row.

   Tonight, Persephone had coloured her hair midnight black. She
dressed in a low-cut gold-buttoned bright red blazer in the style
of a circus ringmaster. Instead of trousers, her legs were
sheathed in dark nylons and black leather knee-high boots with
thick heels. She only wore a black skinny beneath the blazer -- a
current fashion that looked like bikini briefs and showed off a
lot of asscheek. Not a sign of a bulge in her smooth crotch,
though. She waved a long metal rod, reminding me of a small whip,
but it was some type of red tipped laser pointer. She chatted
animatedly to people as she moved from seat to seat. When she
leaned down, I could see some men and one or two women admire her
cleavage or her round ass. I admired her boldness.

   As the show began, the room went completely black. Children
chattered and squeaked, parents shushed them. Slowly the dome
filled with a blaze of stars but not from the projector in the
centre. It was more like a photograph or movie, I could see
jewelled colours: blue, red, orange, yellow, green and swaths of
pale luminescence, thick and thin nebular wisps among the myriad
stars.

   "This," a man's baritone voice boomed, "is part of our galaxy,
the Milky Way. Our galactic home. All of this, the thousands of
stars you see, will soon be available to us to explore and
perhaps one day live amongst." Gentle music swelled.

   The breathtaking show was a combination of 3V film work, GFX
digital effects and the planetarium projector. Very classy and
professional, not what I expected. It was about the spidery
Toliman probe and the marvels that awaited us at Alpha Centauri.
Effects dealt with how the probe would 'translate' from its
position around Earth to a 'concurrent' position around Alpha
Centauri A and what we might find in that triple-sun system.

   After the preset show finished, Persephone guided everyone
around the heavens, what they would have seen tonight if it
wasn't cloudy and rainy. She pointed out some of the
constellations and told their mythical stories, interspersed with
jokes and an occasional rude comment about the sexual misdeeds of
a god or goddess or the scientific specifics of a particular star
or planet. She seemed to know all the facts but I was more
impressed by her ability to sweet talk the audience. She knew how
to slip on the charm and sex appeal without insulting anyone.

   A boy asked about the warp drive.

   "Actually it's called a hyperdrive. It doesn't warp space but
creates a congruency between two space-time points using strings
charmed by subspace stimulation."

   "Like a wormhole," the boy said.

   "Nice try but no, it isn't that."

   Someone barked, "And they're keeping it a bloody secret, too!"

   "We'll work it out very soon."

   I knew Persephone was passionate about space travel. She
claimed to the audience that the human race may have saved itself
with the invention of the hyperdrive if only the money could be
channelled into starships instead of fighting. She believed a
planet would be found soon on which people could live and
colonize. The hyperdrive gave instant access to the entire
Galaxy, over two hundred billion stars. She felt we could
overcome many of the problems in the world today like starvation,
overpopulation, lack of room, war, the high cost of everything,
increasing pollution all by investing in this technology. Even
though it sounded good, I didn't quite buy it.

   I was impressed, though, more by her ability to sweet talk the
audience than anything else. She knew how to slip on the charm
and sex appeal without insulting anyone.

   "When is it being launched?" someone asked.

   "In a few weeks. I'm sure you'll be able to watch it. It
should be quite exciting."

   At the end, lights brightened, the doors swung open, everyone
left except for Pers and myself.

   She turned to me, grinned wickedly and said, "One more thing
to do." I swear she rubbed her hands together.

   The doors clicked closed, lights dimmed, the spinning stars
returned, surrounding us in silent mock snowflakes. An occasional
light would flash from the turning projector.

   She stepped out of her skinny, tossed it onto a seat. Her cock
sprang forth.

   Persephone came up to me, leaned down and we kissed. Sucking
my tongue, she rubbed her lips back and forth in a delicious
manner. My hands found her hips, her naked waist.

   "Here ..."

   She unbuttoned the jacket, threw it off, exposing her
wonderful pale body. I sighed at the sight. She pulled me down to
a seat, onto my back. Silently she straddled me, unbuckled my
belt, pushed my pants down. I shook my legs, kicked them off. Her
mouth warmed my stiffening cock, a finger pushed into my ass,
curving, fucking in and out and in, rubbing that magic spot just
inside. Her hard cock rubbed against my leg, her tongue felt like
wet velvet. She leaned forward, pressed me down into the seat,
spread my legs. Her hips wriggled, hands pulled my ass cheeks
apart. I grasped her breasts, kneaded them, rubbed the stiffening
nipples.

   "Here, I'll just get in ... spread your legs ... wider ...
lift them ... ah, there."

   My knees came up to my shoulders, my legs over her's. With one
single push we both gasped and she filled me. She held me for a
moment before she pulled back, pushed in again and started
fucking me. Her hands gripped the sides of the seat, her legs
worked, muscles bunched, as if in time to unheard music. Her
strokes increased in tempo. She leaned forward and pressed her
breasts down hard on me, panting above my head. I slid my hands
to her working ass, tried to push a finger in but couldn't reach.

   Minutes later of silent gasping fucking, she shoved hard and
blossomed within me.

   "Thank you, Mike, that was lovely. Let me show you my office
now."


   =============================
   Nine: Workplace Capers
   =============================

   A window flared open on my softscreen. Jenny, my smiley office
administrator, said, "You have a special visitor, Mike." Her
image vanished.

   I looked up. Persephone strode through my workplace.
Slant-hemmed rainbow coloured loose short skirt swished as she
passed through. She wore red high-heeled sandals with thick
heels, a white silk V-neck top open all the way down to her
waist, exposing a lot of breast, stomach and bare arms, nipples
clearly visible through the thin material. Her hair was again
bright red, still short, but now frizzed out in a multitude of
evocative spikes.

   Everyone outside my office stopped, went quiet, their eyes
following the tall woman. My office doorknob scraped slightly as
the door opened.

   "Mike!"

   I stood, pushed the chair back. She reached over the desk,
embraced me, kissed passionately. With her foot, she pushed the
door closed rather loudly. Outside, heads turned again.

   "Wow, what a surprise," I said. "They're having a good look,
too." I pointed then made "shooshing" and "cut" gestures. The
office would already be full of gossip.

   "That's the idea." She winked, smiled wickedly. "I brought
something I want to share with you." From her leopard bag she
handed me a red memcard. "Have a look."

   I inserted the card into a slot on my hardscreen, waited for
the directory window to pop open on the softscreen. Pers sat on
the desk corner, knees crossed. Her skirt pulled up far enough so
I knew she was bare naked beneath and I could ogle at her
beautiful long legs and anything else I might glimpse. I touched
her knee briefly and her foot jumped.

   Stored on the memcard were two folders: My List and My Pix. I
tapped an icon on the softscreen and the hardscreen image was
reflected there. I double tapped the My Pix folder. It opened
with a large list of photos and movies.

   "They're all me. An early Christmas present for you. I hope
you like them."

   Pers lowered her chin, smiled, inserted an index finger in a
suggestive manner between puckered red lips. She sucked indenting
her cheeks then put her nail between wickedly grinning teeth.

   I was stunned by what she was sharing with me.

   There was everything from tasteful nude shots to full-on porn
pics of Persephone with other men and women. The tasteful ones
were excellent, obviously professional, as were some of the porn.
Many of her younger self featured long curly black hair, and she
was frequently dressed in black or red fetish gear, leather or
pvc mini dresses, gothic boots and so on. Face painting was
recurrent but very little body pseudotats or artwork.

   Also in the folder were several movie clips with titles like
Attack of the Shemales and Deep Inside Hades.

   "This is incredible," I said. "Thank you very much for sharing
this. I don't have many of myself."

   "That's ok, I don't mind. We'll have to do something about
that later. Most of the porn was done when I lived in
California."

   "You lived in America?"

   "Yeah. I went to Caltech and got my doctorate. It was only
four years. I just had to come back home."

   I opened the My List folders and there was a single large
spreadsheet file inside. I double tapped and it opened, filled
with dozens of pages of dates and short notes. Persephone's sex
list, dating from March 2016. I quickly flicked through it. There
were over 300 entries, right up until last night at the
planetarium and her office.

   "I'll look at this later, if that's ok. You've really knocked
me out," I said. "This is very special. I will treasure it."

   She smiled and hopped off the desk.

   "I have one more present for you, another kind of an early
Christmas pressie."

   She pushed my wheeled chair back, scuttled down beneath the
desk, looked up between my legs.

   "Persephone! I ..."

   "This is a present from me to you and I want to give it right
now. I'm invoking our Rule. You gave me a present last night.
Come on, get it out," she said with an awful filthy, wicked grin.

   Oh shit, I thought, if I get caught I'll never hear the end of
this. I remembered our discussion about her helping me overcome
my inhibitions.

   Outside the office, people were busy again, not paying
attention. With her eyes on me, Pers used her teeth to unzip me.
Fumbling briefly, she pulled out my hardening cock and gulped it
into her mouth.

   "Geez," I said, "take it easy, Pers."

   Her hand jerked up and down rapidly, her foot slipped, banged
the back of my desk.

   "Absolutely not," she said. Her hand and arm were a blur, her
breasts swayed, one fell out of the top. Persephone's eyes never
left mine until I pushed on the desk and looked out.

   No one had noticed. Ah, well, I was just being paranoid again
for no reason.

   "Come on," she said, continuing. Her mouth enclosed me and she
sucked hard, cheeks indenting. I squirmed. The sensation built
and, coupled with the situation, it wasn't long before she
literally forced me to release into her mouth. I gasped, tried to
be quiet. My hands gripped the edge of the desk and I tensed all
over as I shot into her.

   At that precise moment Jenny scraped open the office door. She
quickly but quietly clicked it closed behind her. Jenny: short,
thick brown hair, smiling face with freckles, purple blouse,
black mini, flat shoes, pseudotat of leafy orchids painted her
left arm.

   "Shit," I said, not meaning to. I gulped, probably looked
guilty as hell.

   Jenny held out her hands, palms down, moved them slightly up
and down. Her grin didn't make sense.

   "It's ok, Mike," she said with a hushed voice. "I know."

   Persephone gave me a final suck and wank, then shoved me away
and rose from beneath the desk. My chair wheeled back. My stomach
was somewhere in my throat, my hands covering my obvious state.

   "Hi, Jen."

   "Hey, Pers. How'd it go?"

   I quickly tucked myself in, zipped up. I'm sure Jenny would
have seen me.

   "He'll be happy the rest of the day, I reckon." Persephone
rested her hand on my shoulder. She wiped her mouth with the back
of her other hand then sucked on a black fingernail.

   "Boss, you didn't tell me you knew Persephone! Shame on you."

   "And I didn't know you knew her."

   Jenny giggled. "Sure I do. How do you two know each other?"

   I said, "Um, you wouldn't believe me."

   Pers hugged me, making sure her breasts embraced my head. "I
met him when he was playing sexslave with another friend. Mike is
my boyfriend. Hasn't he told you?"

   "Nope, the bastard hasn't, I had to hear it from you first.
Shame on you, boss! But that explains why you've been in such a
good mood lately!"

   "Jenny ..."

   Pers said, "Oh, can it Mike. Jenny's cool. She knows all about
my other life."

   Jenny stepped up to the desk. Pers leaned and they kissed
briefly.

   I gulped. "How so?" How well did they know each other?

   "The M&M Club," Jenny said. "Pers, he's not a scoundrel or a
womanizer as far as I know, and you can believe what he says. He
will be there if you need him, I'll give him that. I'm a bit
surprised he's with you, though. I thought he was straight."

   "So far he has been well behaved. He's even keeping up with
me!" Pers and Jen laughed. "And he is straight, but he found
someone special." She smugged.

   "That's quite an accomplishment, boss. I know this woman.
She's a legend. Be good to her, boss, she's very special.
Everyone loves her."

   Jenny turned and she zipped out of the office, looking back
through the window to wave and leer at us. A couple of others in
the office were looking now. Heads turned, necks stretched.

   Pers said, "Mike, didn't you know that Jenny's gay?"

   I shook my head. "I didn't have a clue."

   "She lives with two other women. I couldn't have done this
without her."

   "You bitch," I said playfully.

   "That I am, the nicest type."

   With that, Persephone kissed me, pulled open her blouse to
expose a breast. "This'll be waiting for you later, love."

   I smiled, reached, squeezed a nipple. She squealed, covered.

   I said, "I enjoyed this very much, thank you. Sorry to be
nervous. It is a dream come true."

   "My pleasure! You did that for me last night, it's the least I
could do for you. See you tonight?"


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   Ten: Love at the M & M Club
   =============================

   Over the next week and a half we met several times and, of
course, had sex. A lot of sex. An awful lot of sex. More sex
compressed in such a few days than I had ever remembered in my
life. Three times a day was almost normal and 4 or even 5 not
that unusual. I have no idea how I was able to keep up all those
erections or achieve the number of orgasms I did, and even when I
couldn't Persephone'd find some way to do something. She never
seemed to tire of wanting sex in any form, it was almost a
constant thing, what my naughtiest dreams had been about. She
flirted non-stop, touched constantly, had me hold her penis or
play with it a great deal. She was nothing short of amazing:
always ready, easily hard, able to go longer and do more than I
believed possible and always able to cum.

   Beyond the sex were other feelings I had not experienced in
years and thought maybe I would never again. Feelings of comfort
and joy, happiness and contentment, care and warmth. Trust. I
could hold her and feel simply right. We cuddled a lot, and
stroked, watching TV or talking or just feeling each other.
Waking up with Persephone next to me, or wrapped around me as she
enjoyed, was heaven.

   Just being with her was enough to light my world. I was more
relaxed than I could ever remember. I could speak about anything
without feeling guilty or afraid she wouldn't be interested or
judge me. She understood my computer work and my interests and I
more-or-less appreciated her's. It was a whirlwind romance, full
of lust and life, and it was happening so damn fast.

   I sincerely hoped it would not fail.

   I had spent the day with my son during which Pers sent me a
simple message: "M&M midnight. c u there or be square. xxx!!! P".

   The M&M Club is a well known gay and lesbian bar. I had never
visited it before and was nervous when I arrived at midnight. At
the bottom of a wide flight of stairs, a thickset bald bouncer
took my $65 entry fee, stamped my hand with a UV reflective
image, waved me in. The place was packed with loud music,
flashing lights, spinning mirror globes. Very backpast.

   I wormed my way between small groups of men and women, found
the blue lit bar.

   "Hey, Mike!"

   Persephone leaned over the bar, grasped my neck, kissed me as
passionately as she could given the awkward position.

   "I'm really glad you made it."

   She wore a very short but loose red skirt, black fishnets,
black gothic boots. Her naked breasts were clearly visible
through a long-armed body stocking top.

   A red lettered sign next to the mirror at the back of the bar
read: Don't mess with me. I know 100 ways to break men's balls.

   "Yeah. So this is your other job."

   She smiled. "I do drinks, I chat up customers, I listen, meet
people. I have fun sometimes. Here, what can I make you? On the
house."

   "Oh I think just a beer, thanks."

   She shook her head, said, "Chicken!" grinned, popped a bottle,
set it before me. I slid to the side of the bar, next to the
wall, sat on a stool. The music was modern staccato hoprock, with
so much loud bass I could barely make out the singer's voice.

   "Hey, Ian, this is Mike."

   The moustached thick-haired man shook my hand. "Ah, you're the
one who's caught my dear Persephone's heart," he said with a
thick scottish brogue. He winked, and was distracted by someone
wanting something.

   A couple of lads came to the bar, ordered drinks. Others
followed them and the bar became crowded. Pers and Ian and
another barman busied themselves. She called to me, "Why don't
you go out and dance or something for a bit? I'll catch you
soon."

   "Ok."

   I ambled through the arch to the dim dance/stage area. It was
not crowded, maybe only a dozen or so on the floor. At first it
didn't look any different to a normal pub until I noticed, on the
sides at booths and benches and tables, pairs of women were
cuddling together and pairs or threes of men. Other single men --
mostly young and some stoned or off their faces -- wandered.
There were two or three boy/girl couples, too. A woman dressed in
Mistress gear sported two muscely men on each side. Many girls
were dressed with skinnys and bare left breasts decorated with
pseudotats. Boys wore t-shirts and shorts or jeans and some were
barefoot. Most had hair longer than my own.

   I felt uncomfortable, out of place. At 39 I shouldn't have
felt old, but I did. Apart from the few way older than myself,
they were like kids.

   I wandered back to the bar, found that side stool.

   Pers was constantly on the move and talking. As soon as she
started chatting to me, someone else would come up. One bold
bearded guy asked outright if he could have a blow job and Pers
just said, "You're not up to my standards." I thought him rude.
He gave her some backtalk, she told him to go procreate somewhere
else, and he left.

   A large woman slid up next to me, curly blonde, face like a
punched-in bulldog, rough attitude but smiling, dressed in a
flimsy, see-through blue top and jeans.

   "Hey, Pers, Strongarrow?"

   "Sure. By the way, Leeanne, this is Mike."

   Leeanne held out a chubby hand. Rings glinted. "Glad to
meetchya, Mike. Fuckin' boyfriend, huh? Pers said she'd found
someone. So you're him, huh."

   I nodded. "Hi. Yes." Fame clearly preceded me.

   Pers said, "Listen, I have to serve these guys, can you look
after Mike for me?"

   "Pers told me you were bloody good, huh," said Leeanne. Her
eyes went down to my feet, scanned up, back to my crotch then my
face. "No worries, mate. I'll take fuckin' good care of him. Come
on, Mike."

   Leeanne took me to the crowded dance floor. She was amazed I
even danced -- "so few guys will even fuckin' try it". Lasers and
holograms flashed around and through us, somewhat distracting.
The music thumped our bones as we moved. After awhile, we sought
a secluded spot and huddled. The noise had increased and more
people drunkenly danced or staggered around. Some of them hugged
and kissed. Pairs at tables held hands, tried to talk over the
noise.

   Leeanne leaned close. "So, how'd you get to know Pers?"

   It was difficult to hear her. "Through a friend," I yelled.

   She put her head next to mine. Her hand landed on my left
knee, pulled me closer.

   "If I know Pers, that'd be the kind of friend she fucks!"
Leeanne laughed, squeezed my knee. "Know what I mean?" She
literally snorted.

   I nodded. "Yes!" I had to yell for her to hear. I hoped no one
else could.

   "Sure. Pers said something last week about having fuckin' met
someone."

   "What about you? You got anyone?"

   "Nah, I can't be bothered. AC/DC, that's me. I fuckin' owe
Pers, she's a great person an' our fuckin' inhouse goddess."
Leeanne lifted her bottle.

   "That she is." We clinked.

   Her hand slid up my leg, landed on my crotch. I wriggled but
her hand stayed firmly put, grasping my cock.

   "Pers told me to fuckin' look after you. I know what she means
by that, so I'm fuckin' doin' it."

   She giggled and squeezed a few times then laughed strongly.

   "Here's to Pers!" She lifted her bottle. I clinked it again.

   "To Pers."

   I was not at all sure how I felt about Leeanne handling me so
intimately. It seemed as if she had permission or something. I
wasn't sure what to do: allow Leeanne to continue or stop it now?
My cock answered by growing.

   "Ah, fuckin' terrific!" Leeanne said, laughing. "You know you
can touch me, it's ok with Pers." She reached for my hand.

   "Oh, it is?"

   She laughed and nodded, squeezed and rubbed me.

   "Sure is. Don't worry, hun." She took my hand and placed it on
her leg then pulled it to her crotch. She put her own hand back
on me. "Go ahead, hun ... make my fuckin' day."

   I gently rubbed her for I don't know how long. We talked or
just watched and played with each other's crotches. I felt
uncomfortable, slightly guilty, but Leeanne insisted she enjoyed
it and this is what Pers wanted. She never took her hand off my
lap, nor I her's until I said, "I'm out. Another?"

   "Yeah." We made our way through the crowd back to the bar.

   Persephone had stripped off her top. Her naked breasts
glistened oily blue.

   "Hey, Lee!" Pers said.

   "Hey."

   "Another?"

   "Fuck yeah. Maybe a floater with it."

   "No worries." Pers set up the drink, dropped a tablet into it,
placed it before Leeanne, who swallowed half in one hit.

   "I'm right," I said.

   Pers' elbows rested on the counter top. She said, "Lee, did
you blow Mike?"

   Leeanne laughed, looked at me. I hoped my embarrassment didn't
show.

   "Not yet. He's yummy, a pussy cat. We're doin' good. But I
think he's really into you."

   "Great. Oops, gotta take care of these guys."

   Leeanne and I went back to the dance floor. She stuck close,
right on me, dancing dirty, rubbing her crotch, ass and tits on
my semi-hard cock, shimmying. We danced for what seemed like a
long time but I guess it was maybe only twenty minutes or so. I
excused myself and went back to the bar for another drink.

   There was a guy there, short, almost bald, middle aged,
chatting to Pers.

   She served me another beer.

   I heard the guy say, "So, Pers, any chance I might be able to,
uh, see you tonight, 'n, ya know."

   Pers looked at me then at her boss. He nodded.

   "Actually, yes, right now in fact would be find. Oh, Dave,
this is Mike, my boyfriend."

   Dave hesitated then stuck out a hand. We shook. "Hi, Mike.
You're one lucky bastard." He turned to Pers, pulled back from
the bar holding out his hands, "Look I don't want to get in the
way or anything."

   I grinned. Everyone seemed to be trying to send me a message
tonight.

   "No problem, Dave. Mike," Persephone said, "Dave and I are
going out back for awhile. You can join us if you'd like."

   I didn't want to react the way I did but I was shocked. Out
back? Just like that? They were going to have sex out back? Is
this what Persephone did at the club? Shit, I told myself, get
ahold mate. She warned you.

   I said, "Uh, that's ok. Later, maybe."

   "Is it ok, Mike?" Dave said. "You can watch. I don't mind."

   "Yeah, sure, no problem, but no thanks, that's ok, it's cool."
I stood. "I'll go find Leeanne."

   He skirted around the bar. Persephone took his arm, lead him
through a black door, looking back at me as she went through. I
thought she looked worried.

   My heart beat strongly, my mind had become mush. Once again I
felt like an ass, out of my depth.

   Leeanne was still at the table. I stood next to her.

   "What the fuck happened?" she said.

   Oh shit. "Um, some guy -- Dave -- just asked Persephone to go
'out back'. Just like that. And she took him."

   Leeanne's hand slipped down to my pants again, my crotch. She
took hold firmly and smiled lecherously.

   "Mike, it's ok. You got nothin' to fuckin' worry about,
believe me. That guy's ok and she's respected."

   "I don't want to be jealous, but shit. Is it that easy with
her?"

   Leeanne laughed. "Naw, it isn't, not what you'd fuckin' think
at all. She doesn't just root anyone. Dave's an ok guy." She
reached down for my zipper, leaned her head.

   I placed a hand there, stopped her.

   "It's ok," I said.

   "Suit yourself," Leeanne said. "But you need somethin'."

   We watched, drank, she played with me some more, put my hand
on her breast then on her crotch again, but my enthusiasm wasn't
there. I was nice to her, though. She meant well and she was yet
another unusual uninhibited woman, a friend of Persephone's.

   "I'm sorry," I said.

   Leeanne patted my leg. "Don't worry about it! You're a nice
guy and you're in love. I get that. Believe me, she loves you,
too, hasn't stopped talking about you. Come on, let's see if
she's finished."

   Pers was back at the bar stacking glasses. Dave was nowhere to
be seen. It hadn't been more than twenty minutes.

   "How'd ya go?" Leeanne said.

   Pers came over, reached to kiss me. I leaned over the bar. It
was a quick kiss. Pers paused, looked at me. "Ok," she said. She
looked at the glasses behind the bar, stacked some more, whipped
a towel over the countertop.

   She stood tall, gestured. "Come on out back, both of you,
please."

   Leeanne and I followed through the black door.

   Along the dark hallway red doorways yawned. Moans, groans,
cries of ecstasy and lust echoed. In the first cubicle, a man was
sucking on another's thick cock; they stopped, stared hollowly at
us. In the room across the hall, a small sweaty round hairy ugly
naked man fucked another anally, grunting with each quick thrust.
In another room, two women moaned while kissing, partly naked
bodies entwined. Two men and a woman were in another on cushions,
one in her, the other in him. In yet another a man was on his
back being fucked vigorously, several other men with hardons
surrounded him. Other doorways had curtains drawn, but I could
hear noises: squishy, grunty, slappy, muffled, loud, noises of
lust and sex and longing. Noises just audible through the muted
musical din.

   We came upon an empty room on the left. Pers ushered us in,
drew the black curtain. The room was bathed red. There was a long
couch on one wall, pillows tossed about it and the floor, a small
round table on which we put our drinks, a painting of nude men
and women engaged in group coupling, fornication, fellatio.

   Pers sat left of me on the couch, touching my side, Leeanne on
the other side. They leaned behind me and I felt them kiss each
other.

   "Mike," Pers said. Her hand rubbed my leg, her nude breasts
wobbled, a huge mindswitcher. "What do you want to know?"

   I swallowed, looked at Leeanne who grinned cheshirecatlike.
Her arm snaked around my back, touched Persephone on the other
side. Her other hand sat on my inner thigh near my crotch.

   "Well, I don't get it. I just ... I just ... damn it! I don't
want to be an asshole here. I want to be good and not jealous and
... shit shit shit!" My fist thumped my leg.

   Pers and Leeanne rubbed my legs, Leeanne kissed my cheek.
"Easy, Mike, it's ok." Pers leaned, kissed me, said, "Well,
you're new to this and it is very confronting if you haven't
encountered it and you're used to traditional relationships. That
man, Dave, he's come out of a very abusive marriage and needs all
the TLC he can get. He wandered in here lonely and broken,
terrified of his own shadow. He appreciates the small pleasure
which I'm glad to give to him."

   I'd never thought of it that way. Persephone felt she was
helping people by blowing and fucking them? That didn't seem
complete and in my current state I was not thinking straight
anyway.

   Leeanne patted my leg. "Pers is the best, the most loving,
kind and strongest fuckin' woman I've ever known. You are so
lucky to be with her."

   Pers placed her hand on my cock. Leeanne did the same. They
did things to me. Two hands, moving over it, two sets of lips
kissing my neck. I responded -- damn it! -- I couldn't hide it.

   "Shit, I feel like a dickhead." My head hung down, shaking.

   "You are, love, a male dickhead driven by testosterone for
competition and sex and by the shitty narrow-minded values we're
taught. As I told you before, you have some things to re-learn.
Jealousy is a curse and it takes time to unlearn a lifetime of
cultural brainwashing." She leaned over and kissed me. Didn't
stop kissing, used her tongue on my lips. I felt other lips on
the back of my neck and both their hands on my legs and crotch.

   "I'm invoking our Rule and she's my substitute. Mike, I want
you to fuck Leeanne and you cannot say no. "

   I looked at her, blinked. I was so close to tears it wasn't
funny, and I hated myself for it and especially for feeling
jealous.

   "I have to nick out and do something so I want you to enjoy
Leeanne. Do it for me, please."

   "Sure," Leeanne purred. "Come here Mike." She put her arms
around me as Pers stood and smoothed her skirt.

   Black curtain slid, swished.

   Down the hall, a woman's loud moans built toward orgasm,
barely heard over the thumping bass.

   Leeanne pulled off her flimsy blue top, revealing very large
breasts. They had stretch marks and many veins were visible. She
unclipped her bra. The breasts fell to her stomach. Crinkled dark
brown areolas covered the erect nipples pointing down. "Come
here..." She dropped to her knees before me, unbuttoned my shirt,
unhooked my belt, unzipped my jeans, pushed them down to my feet.
Her nose nuzzled my cock through my shorts. Gently, she rolled
them off. I sprang forth, literally. She took off my shoes,
pushed my clothes off my legs.

   I stroked her hair and cheeks. She meant well and I had to
respect Persephone's wishes.

   Her hands came up, gently cradled my erection. Her mouth went
wide, she looked at my eyes, then swallowed me. Pulling her head
back, lips tight, she made a pop sound as her mouth came off.

   Pumping her hand on me, she said, "I'll just get you nice 'n
hard, nice 'n hard here. Just fuckin' relax. It'll do you fuckin'
good, huh." Her other hand touched my stomach, pressed. I fell
back onto the couch. "Get all that shitty tension out of yer
legs, and then we can fuck..." she breathed. Her other hand was
busy insider her unzipped jeans.

   The ceiling was as red as the light. Little bugs spun and
jumped about.

   My cock felt huge, almost bursting. Leeanne's stimulation was
wonderful, she proved an expert fellatilist.

   "Ok," Leeanne soon said. "Fuckin' my turn."

   I sat up. She stood, stepped out of her shoes and jeans.
Naked, she climbed onto my lap. Hands on my shoulders, she kissed
me. Thick lips, insistent tongue, I was held tightly, virtually
smothered by her immense body. She rose upward, presented herself
to my face. My tongue and nose nuzzled her, found her bud. I
sucked -- she gasped -- I licked. Wetness gushed my chin.
Leeanne's hips pushed, butted my head. Her hand held my neck,
pressed me in. I grasped her buttocks, dug my fingers in, held
tight as well, sucked harder. She moaned loudly, pulled back,
dropped, then roughly pushed me, bouncing me down onto the couch.
Her large hanging breasts heaved with her breaths.

   "I'm sooo fuckin' wet!" she exclaimed, manoeuvring. She swung
a thick leg over, positioned herself, grasped my swollen cock,
guided me into her. She settled. I felt stuffed way up into her
... and she was tight!

   She laughed. "Fools all the men," she said. "They think I'm
big inside but I'm not. I have the fuckin' twat of a twenty year
old."

   With her legs hugged firmly to my hips, she placed her hands
on her knees and moved, slowly up then down, up again, stopping
for a moment, then down again, before rocking, rubbing her
swollen clit against me. A grin spread and a sigh. She shook her
head, blonde curls swayed. As her speed increased, she placed her
palms on my chest. The couch creaked. Leeanne's breasts swayed,
dragged across my chest. She moaned.

   "Oh yeah ... fuck, fuck, yeah fuck, fuck ..."

   My cock felt on fire, all the feelings in my body transferred
to that one area. I grabbed her legs, curled fingers in. The
feelings took over, overwhelming the shit I felt before.

   She ground down, squeezing me with her strong inner muscles.
Her breaths shortened, deepened.

   The curtain slid, swished, slid again, swished.

   Persephone, skirtless and hard but still with boots and
stockings, stood behind Leeanne's moving bulk. Her dark hair
glistened in the red light. Shadow lines crossed her smile. She
climbed onto the couch.

   Leeanne stopped, held, breathed heavily -- Persephone moved
behind her, above her back. My legs were pushed apart. Pers' arm
moved. Leeanne held still, leaned down on me. Great heavy breasts
mashed my chest as she presented herself to Pers. She breathed in
my ear, "This'll be so fuckin' crackin'... I love double." She
waited while Persephone inserted her Leeanne's ass.

   "I'm in," Pers said.

   Leeanne pressed back, moved again, slowly, slightly.
Persephone pushed, started fucking vigorously with short thrusts,
slapping Leeanne's buttocks. The couch shook with their rhythm.
My lethargy was gone, replaced with a certain excitement, wonder
and awe. I had done this with J and V but it hadn't felt like
this at all. I was a total emotional mess. I willed myself to
enjoy it.

   "This is fuckin' great," Leeanne puffed. Her skin glistened
with perspiration. She moaned, her head dropped to my chest.
"Fuck that feels good. Shit, I'm stretched so fuckin' full. I
love it!"

   My mood changed again. Pers fucked more slowly, carefully, her
cock sliding next to my own. Leeanne resumed quick, short
opposite movements, puffing regularly. I pushed up as best I
could, but mostly let Pers slide next to me, in control.

   Lust consumed the three of us.

   We fucked, we sweated, we laughed and cried. Each of us howled
in frustration and joy. We fell apart and put ourselves back ...
four times I think. We fucked together, the three of us, fucked
and somehow stayed that way for what felt like a long time until
finally Leeanne shouted, "I'm cumming!" and her body convulsed.
She bathed our cocks in fluid. Persephone jammed into her,
reached long arms around Leeanne's body, held my own biceps as
Leeanne gasped between us.

   It was enough to set me off. Every muscle tightened and -- "Oh
fuck!" -- I shot, pumping load after load in what seemed a
never-ending spend. Pers did not cum.

   They fell on me. We all sucked air greedily as they pressed me
into the mattress.

   Leeanne giggled then laughed. "Holy fuck," she said, "what a
great fuck!"

   Pers lifted off, dropped down lengthwise on the couch next to
us. She snuggled into my right side, wrapped an arm around
Leeanne's back. I was still firmly rooted into Leeanne. The large
woman held me firmly with her body, legs and arms. She kissed
Persephone.

   "Mike," Persephone breathed, calming, "This is my other life.
Can you handle it?"

   "I hope so."

   Leeanne said, "I think he fuckin' can but you'll have to help
him. He gets jealous."

   "We'll work on that."

   "I'm happy to sub for you," Leeanne said, "any fuckin' time."

   She kissed Pers again then lowered her head, pressed her
tongue between my teeth and kissed me. Pers followed, kissing me
more tenderly, longer.

   It was an amazing moment.

   Pers whispered, nuzzling our heads, "This is what being alive
is all about. These moments."

   Leeanne lifted her body, pushed herself up and off me, off the
couch.

   Persephone rolled, kissed me while pushing my legs apart with
her's, adjusted herself. Grinning, she pressed her cock onto my
asshole,  pressed hard until I did something and she popped
through. She held me, kissed me, her legs shifted so I was tight
around her. I raised my knees.

   Leeanne smiled. "You two do look like fuckin' lovers.
Literally, ha!"

   "Mike," Persephone said, "I love you. You will always come
first, please do not doubt that. I'm not angry that you got
jealous. I try not to get angry, it usually doesn't help. I'm
actually touched in a way but please do something about it. Fuck
Leeanne or J or someone else or whatever you have to do to get
rid of those awful feelings."

   Leeanne rubbed Pers' back, shoulders, hair, my arm. Pers moved
inside me, fucking gently.

   I hugged Persephone. We kissed. Leeanne clapped and kissed us
both. Persephone fucked me and in less than a minute, with
Leeanne at our side, holding and kissing us, she came in me.

   After she finished work, Persephone and I went to my place
where we made love then really fell asleep entwined together.


   =============================
   Eleven: Girls Just Love to Tease
   =============================

   Half a week after my introduction to the infamous M&M Club, I
finally took Persephone to Sable's, spent a fortune on lobster,
all the trimmings. She wore a long, white silk evening dress and
even diamond earrings. Her company and conversation were a
delight, not to mention her cleavage and lack of underwear. It
was like being on a date with a supermodel, except Persephone was
luckily not quite as thin and taller, with bob-cut short
now-black hair.

   I drove Pers in my convertible to Paradise Lookout, half way
up Mount McMannus. We parked and I performed a nice oral act on
her, city lights spread out beneath us. Couples in other cars
nearby probably did not notice.

   We arrived back at her house around midnight. The moment we
were inside, she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it
into a chair.

   "Ah, that's much better!"

   I took my clothes off, neatly folded them and set them on the
same chair.

   "Come to the kitchen, Mike."

   We padded over carpet and chequered tiles. Before glass
sliding doors and windows, Persephone pulled a kitchen chair. She
pointed, "Sit, my slave."

   This role was one I had not performed since we had been at J's
weeks ago. I sat. Persephone pulled a rope from a cupboard.
Crossing my wrists behind the chair, she bound them and me to the
chair.

   Stepping with her lovely, long straight legs, Persephone
circled me like a hawk. Her eyes narrowed. She leaned over,
kissed me roughly, held my chin with her hand. Fingers flicked my
cock.

   "That needs to be hard for my purposes."

   She left the room, returned with her mobile.

   She held it at arm's length so the cam could pick up her nude
upper body. "Our playtoy is ready." She turned the phone so the
cam could see me bound to the chair. I pretended to struggle.

   I heard a female voice say, "Oh goodie! See you soon."

   Pers thumbed off the call, set the phone down on the kitchen
counter.

   "In the meantime," she said, "I think I'll just have to
entertain myself here. Hmmmm ... what shall I do?" Finger ran
along the black marble countertop. She grinned wickedly. Her red
stiletto shoes clicked on the tiles.

   She stood before me, just out of reach and took hold of her
cock, began to stroke, pulling the foreskin slowly back and forth
over the head. Fingernail clicked teeth.

   "I think," she said, "I shall entertain myself and force you
to watch. That's really all you're good for at the moment,
anyway, you are simply not hard enough to worry about."

   Standing tall, legs long, straight and spread like a
superhero, Pers wanked herself before me.

   "Yes, that's about right. Right now you're only here for me."

   Her hand moved faster, shoulder shook rhythmically.

   Grinning: "When I was in high school I did this" -- puffing --
"I tied a boy to a chair in his bedroom. Scared him shitless and
I loved it. I forced him to suck me off until I came, then I
sucked him but he didn't cum, which was a bitter disappointment.
So I sat on him and fucked him while he sat there tied and gagged
until he finally did."

   Her hand was even faster and her breathing had become ragged.

   "When I released him, he cried and I soothed him. I learned
from that moment about some of the power I hold in this
magnificent body. Your body, too, you know. I share it with you
freely."

   "Except tonight," I growled.

   "Except tonight. Oh!"

   She convulsed, released her cock, opened her hand and mouth.
Her hips thrust forward and jetted four times.

   Persephone continued to grin, resumed masturbating.

   "That night we first met was J's idea. Oh look!" Persephone
laughed. "You're getting hard. Good boy!"

   She masturbated for another minute, staring at me with her
wicked smile.

   "My, look at you, I can only imagine what you're thinking
being all hard like that. Frustrating, isn't it? Ahhh ... wait
... I'm just going to..." Her hips airfucked and she shot again
several times.

   The door chimed.

   "House: open front door!"

   A minute later, a totally naked Tish entered the kitchen.

   "Pers, darling!"

   "Tish!"

   They embraced, kissed, hands roaming. Persephone cupped Tish's
very large breasts, tweaked a nipple -- Tish squealed and
squirmed, reached down and petted Pers' hardon.

   "Looks like you're ready to go, madam."

   Pers grinned. "Just a few warmups so far."

   Tish: petite, mid 30's, long blonde hair, about five feet zip,
trim narrow-hipped boyish body with bouncing breasts that look
way too large for her, almost out of place, as if she could
topple headlong at any moment. According to Pers, Tish preferred
women but was married to a man and has children. I knew her from
my sessions with Mistress J. Tish had an appetite for giving out
pain to men.

   "Hi, Mike," Tish said, smiling. "I see you're still tied up.
Don't you ever learn?" She shrugged, giggled, held Persephone's
ass and cock.

   "Guess not," I said.

   "I think he better keep his mouth shut," Tish laughed. She
leaned down and sucked on Pers for a few moments before standing
again. Pers reached, fingers curled between Tish's legs, found
the right spot. Tish jumped, grabbed one of Pers' breasts, bent,
sucked it briefly.

   "Oh shit, Pers, I'm still turned on and wet by what we did
last week! Forget the damn foreplay! Just fuckin' do me!!"

   They did? Last week? Persephone had not said anything about
seeing Tish or anyone else. Where did she find the time? It
must've been on one of the nights we weren't together.

   Tish sucked loudly on a nipple.

   "You did?" I said, shaking the chair for effect.

   Persephone laughed. "Of course we did. Oh, that's nice Tish."

   Tish pulled back said, "here, Pers," pointed to her crotch,
stepped her feet apart.

   Persephone kneeled then sat on the floor, facing Tish's spread
legs. All I could witness was Tish's little round ass, which
clenched each time Pers licked. Tish's hands were on Pers'
shoulders. She tipped her head back, circled it round.

   "Hmmm, Pers, oh that's yummy. Gee he's missing out."

   "He'll just have to," Pers said between licks and sucks. Pers'
hands roamed over Tish's body, stopped on her hips, rubbed her
ass cheeks.

   Tish's shoulders hunched, straightened. Pers stood, reached,
snagged a chair, scraped it across the tiles and sat on it. She
reached for Tish, turned her around. Pers spread her legs wide.
Tish backed up, reached behind and guided Pers. Tish sat, closed
her legs so I couldn't see. She wriggled on Persephone's lap.

   "Oh, this is good," she chuckled. "He's just going to have to
watch and get all frustrated by what he can't see happening."

   I mock-struggled again. "You're both teasing bitches," I
joked.

   Pers laughed.

   Tish placed her hands on Pers' knees and raised and lowered
herself.

   "Oh, this feels so nice, having your dick up me. I don't think
it'll take long. Hmmmm." Her eyes closed as she fucked faster.

   Pers said from behind, "No, it won't, for me either. He'll
just have to suffer."

   Tish looked at me. "He's very hard now."

   "I bet," Pers said -- Tish moaned -- "he'd like to get his
hands all over your beautiful big boobs."

   "I bet he would! Oh, Pers, that feels so fuckin' good..." To
make the point, Persephone reached around, cupped one of Tish's
breasts. Tish's hand went between her legs. Middle finger curled,
rubbing. "Oh, yeah, oh yeah ..." Five minutes of them fucking and
breathing then, "Here I go..." Tish fucked faster, rubbed harder.
Pers held her hips, fucking back. The chair slid a bit. Pers
thrust opposite to Tish's movements. "Yes, yes, yes ... oh,
that's it!" Tish pushed back hard and shuddered, smiling, eyes
closed. Pers continued to thrust.

   Tish winked mischievously at me.

   "That was yummy. Persephone," she drawled, "I think our toyboy
here is pretty hard. What say we use him? Could you use another
cock? I know I could." Tish lifted, stepped away.

   "What, mine isn't enough?" Pers snickered.

   "Oh, dear, your's is simply divine but I feel the need for a
bit more, as pitiful as it might be."

   Persephone's cock glistened deep purple in the kitchen light,
actually curved up. She stood, towered way over Tish. Like
sharks, they approached me on each side. Tish glided up to my
chest, pressed her breasts on me, kissed me passionately. Her
tongue pushed between my lips, my teeth, her lips slid over me.
Persephone knelt at my side, went down on me, sucking hard. I
jumped, squirmed, tried to say something but Tish blocked it with
kisses. She rose, pushed a breast at my mouth. I flicked the hard
nipple with my tongue.

   "Nnngggg, yes, that's it boy, suck my tit real good. Yeah,
like that. Do it!"

   Tish mashed her huge breast onto my face so it was difficult
to breath. I flicked my tongue at her nipple, ran it around the
rim, lightly tweaking. Crinkled brown stood to attention. Tish
changed to the slightly smaller breast. I lapped at it, teased it
to hardest attention then sucked, continuing my tonguework at the
same time.

   "Ah, yessss. Pers, he knows how to suck tit."

   "He does indeed. Here, I'll help too."

   "Oh yea, Pers, that's good. Yes, move your hand there, too,
right down there."

   Persephone had stopped giving my cock attention. Tish
squirmed, pressed harder against me.

   "Tish, why don't you ride him. He's certainly stiff enough
now."

   Tish remove her breast, stood and roughly slapped my legs
together. Tish swung over me, placed her hands on my shoulders,
positioned herself. Pers grasped me, placed me at Tish's entrance
and Tish sat down hard. I was swallowed by her cunt in one big
gulp, stuffed right into her. It felt good. Pers squatted behind
Tish, came up, rubbed her cock on Tish's ass as Tish began to
ride me.

   "Oh, yeah, oh yeah," Tish panted. She rode for minutes while
Persephone alternated between kissing her and me.

   Tish switched to bouncing. Those big breasts were right before
my eyes, occasionally brushed my face. I tried to catch, to lick
a nipple.

   Soon: "Oh fuck, I'm  ... aaaaaaaa!!"

   I could feel her spasm. She gushed all over my lap. It had
taken only a few minutes.

   Pers kissed her, held her tight while she shook.

   Breathing, breasts rising and falling against me. "He ...
didn't ... cum."

   "Well, we'll just have to do something about that, won't we?"

   Tish raised herself, stepped back, shaking her hands. "Your's,
Pers," she said. My wet pole caught cool air. Persephone replaced
her but in a more gentle manner. Pers' breasts were at my face in
height, her head well above my own. She bounced, small strokes at
first then harder, a different movement to Tish's. I relished the
difference in feel between vaginal and anal sex. I wasn't sure
which was better: they both felt different and good and
Persephone's body felt better to me.

   Persephone's cock rubbed my stomach.

   Tish: "Come on, boy, come on, cum for us."

   Tish came up behind Persephone, kissed her on the neck, caged
one of her breasts. I reached up, rubbed the other nipple. Pers'
head snapped up. "Ah, yes, yes ... that's it ... that's fuckin'
it. Oh fuck, you two, oh fuck." Her head came down, chin pressed
on top of my head as she moved.

   She rammed down hard, stuffed me as far into herself as she
could. Her upright cock spewed all over us, even reaching my
shoulders. Tish swept down, pushed us apart, and gobbled
Persephone's wet cock.

   "Oh, fuck!" Pers convulsed again, then leaned back, hands on
my shoulders, arms straight.

   Tish's head moved, raised, lowered, raised, came up licking
her wet lips.

   Persephone's cock glistened bright and purple. She raised
herself off me, placed her penis before my face. I kissed it then
sucked for a moment.

   Tish unbound me. I shook my hands, wrists, arms and stood,
pushed the chair back under the table. I was still hard and had
not orgasmed.

   "Come," Pers breathed and smiled, reached, took my hand.

   We retreated to the bedroom where the three of us laid down
together and cuddled in happiness. Eventually I came inside Tish
while laying on those magnificent breasts.


   ============================
   Twelve: Three Shouldn't be a Crowd
   ============================

   Persephone and I met the following Saturday and drove south to
a bush sanctuary. During the two hour trip, she propped her feet
on the dash, bunched up her long loose skirt and insisted on
masturbating almost all the way there, as well as chatting or
listening to music. She said she enjoyed the freedom being with
me. I am sure a few truck drivers were amused as well. She said
that sometimes she felt as if she were the greatest slut that
ever lived. I helped her as I could with my hand, and at one
point where the car's computer was able to drive itself, I gave
her some oral. I loved it.

   The bushwalk was nice and private. Beneath her wide straw hat,
Pers looked lovely, absolutely took my breath away. We found a
shady spot where she fucked me twice while standing and, at
another spot that was soaked with spiritual energy, I took her
once from behind. Otherwise, we walked, held hands, talked,
learned more about each other.

   We returned early evening to her home where we shared a nice
bubbly bath before she had to prepare for work at the Club. She
invited me again and I decided to give it another shot. Who
knows? I might meet Leeanne or someone else. Pers left around
ten, saying I could stay as long as I'd like.

   I arrived at the M&M Club about half past midnight.

   The place was packed! Very loud music, men and women
everywhere, much more crowded than the previous occasion. It was
difficult to move.

   At the bar, I found some guy was hassling Pers.

   "Come on, sweet' art, gi' us a break. We all deserve a little
kindness.  Come 'on, gi' us a couple u floaters an' a blow job,
hun."

   Pers spat, "Look, you're already up there, mate, and we got a
rule about that. And fuck off, no blow jobs, I told you already."

   The guy lunged over the bar.

   "Hey!" I reached, grabbed his shirt. "Stop it!"

   He glared, swung an arm and fist. I dodged, backed off, held
my hands up.

   "You fuckass!" he shouted. "D'you know what she is? A fuckin'
freak, she is! She blows 'n fucks everyone 'n she's got no right
refusing ..."

   He came at me with arms stretched, fingers ready to grab my
throat. I raised my arm before my face, balled my fist, ready to
punch him. I'd never been in a fight before and I couldn't think.

   Events went into slow motion and, at the same time, suddenly
happened way too fast.

   Persephone reached over the bar, grabbed his arm, yanked,
twisted it --

   -- "Listen, dumbass!" she yelled --

   -- He screamed --

   Holding him, she scrambled over the bar, towered over him. Ian
came up beside her, glanced at me. I straightened up. A dark
skinned woman wearing almost nothing and with blonde streaks in
her long thick hair stayed behind the bar but went to the phone.

   The guy glared, lunged again.

   I pulled back.

   Persephone and Ian grabbed his shoulders and arms, held him in
a full nelson while he vainly tried to kick. He struggled.

   "Back off and fuck off!" Pers said firmly. She twisted his arm
and he shrieked. One of the bouncers appeared, a huge dark beast
of a man in black leather.

   The jerk shrugged off their grips, snarled, pointed at her,
"I'll get you another time, freak!" and stomped off into the
crowd.

   Ian pointed and the bouncer disappeared into the crowd.

   I shook, my stomach flipflopping badly.

   Ian went back around the bar. He chuckled and shook his head.

   "You all right, Xana?" he said to the dark woman. "Stupid
idiot. He doesn't know what he's up against."

   Pers came up to me, hugged me, kissed my cheek -- "Sorry about
that" -- rubbed my arm.

   "How often does that happen?"

   "Not often," she said. She rubbed my shoulder. "He's drunk and
high. Ok? Hey, you're shaking."

   "Yeah, just rattled."

   "I'll get you a drink. Maybe Leeanne is out there."

   "Ok," I said.

   She kissed me again. "I'm impressed, Mike. You didn't even
think."

   "Yeah, well, it just happened."

   Persephone swished around the bar. Black fishnet top flashed,
body clearly on display, a short bright-red elastic skirt
stretched. In the UV light, the red star shaped pseudotat on her
left cheek pulsed.

   The glass beer bottle felt cold and wet in my fist. Others
crowded around the bar, clambering for attention. I left,
searched. I couldn't find Leeanne anywhere: she could've been
there, it was very crowded. I located a spot by the back wall,
hunkered down on a bench near two lesbian girls who were nicely
busy playing with themselves and I let the extremely loud  music,
laser lights and holos flow around me. The beer helped a bit.

   That little incident had unsettled me. I still shook inside.

   At one point, a young totally stoned guy came up to me and
asked point-blank if I wanted to play. I politely declined and he
draped himself around another boy.

   About quarter to two a.m. there was a stage show. Overdressed,
garish drag-queen performers strutted, danced, mimed, told rude
jokes. The lead singer wasn't that good or attractive but the two
male dancers dressed in white suits with gold shorts were
actually pretty good. It bothered me that society glamorized and
accepted men who dressed up as garish women and lipsynced music
but if women dressed as men and did the same, it was nowhere near
as acceptable. I also wondered why I was attracted to Persephone.
The transvestites and cross-dressers had zero attraction for me,
yet I was strongly attracted to Persephone. I thought of her
completely as a woman. There was no good answer and I let it go.

   My mood was not the best. I felt crowded and thought about
leaving. I shifted to near the exit at the back.

   The show finished, the stage darkened, house lights dimmed.
The audience howled, stomped their feet and hands. Lasers slashed
the stage, the music swelled again.

   Someone squeezed behind me and wrapped their strong arms
around my chest. Persephone breathed in my ear, "I want you. Come
with me, I have something special."

   She took my hand and I followed her through the black door,
down that dark hallway filled with sounds and images of sex. We
entered a room flooded with lavender light. Black cushions were
thrown about and the couch was almost as wide as a bed.

   A bearded man stood.

   My heart leapt. Ok, I told myself, this might be an
interesting little adventure, nothing to be worried about.

   "Mike, this is Trevor."

   He extended his hand and we shook. "G'day," he said. "Trev."

   Slightly shorter than myself, dark skinned, long thick brown
hair in the current style, slightly overweight. Pers embraced him
with a warm passionate, tongue-filled kiss. My imagination saw
her sucking him off and there was a quick flash of her fucking
him.

   "Trev, this is my boyfriend."

   "Hey," he said.

   "Hi."

   We shook.

   I motioned with my finger. "Have you two ... ?"

   "A couple of times," said Pers. She snapped her fingers.
"Damn, I forgot the drinks."

   "I'll go," I said and nicked out of the room. At the bar, Ian
passed me two drinks and I collected another beer. A whip cracked
loud from the stage area and the crowd roared. I glimpsed a
dark-haired girl on her knees sucking a corsetted woman or
transgender.

   When I returned to the room, Pers and Trevor were already into
it. Now wearing only her gothic boots, she leaned over the
bed-like couch, arms and legs straight, head down. He was naked
and rooted up her ass. He kissed along her spine. With one hand
he reached around her hips and stroked her erection, his other
worked her breast as if it was dough. Her head flicked up, back,
she closed her eyes, sighed, laughed again, reached back and
rubbed his arms.

   He looked over at me, grinned, and fucked her.

   But she stood, spun away -- his cock dangled -- she laughed
again, looked at him with twinkling eyes and long dimples. She
stroked her own erection for a moment before she came back to
him, arms reaching. They embraced, kissed, hips grinding against
each other.

   I set the drinks down on a side table and just stood there.

   They fell onto the couchbed, laughing and rolling about in
each other's arms until he was on top.

   Something grabbed my stomach hard and twisted. I managed to
remove my clothes then took hold of my flaccid cock. Nothing, no
response.

   He kissed down her body -- pausing momentarily at each breast
-- until he reached her cock and noisily engulfed it. She twisted
in reply and laughed then moaned and ran her fingers through his
hair. She briefly looked at me, lower lip beneath top teeth like
a naughty girl. Her eyes twinkled, lines around the edges
deepened. He sat straight up, gingerly tucked his legs in a pose
I could never have accomplished, and pulled her toward him. She
bent her knees wide and up and bumped into him ass to ass. They
both laughed as if it was the greatest joy they had ever
experienced.

   My heart leapt: Persephone looked beautiful. Her white skin
contrasted the purple couch and his swarthy skin.

   Loud music thumped. She reached between them, fiddled with her
cock, did something and his hips moved. She hooked her legs
around his, tugged and laughed, rutting him firmly deep inside
her. He straightened back up and they immediately started fucking
together. Fluid ripples waved through her body. She giggled and
laughed, looked at me, motioned with her head for me to come
over.

   I was not getting hard. I felt useless.

   Her breasts bobbed wonderfully. She seemed to be fucking him
more than he fucked her, although their movements were nice
synchronized. They laughed almost continuously until pre-orgasmic
urges forced her to moan. "Uhhhhh ..."

   Awful, turgid thoughts swept through me: Why was she more
thrilled with him instead of myself? She had said I'd always come
first but now I felt second fiddle. I had never seen her laugh
with this much joy the way she did with him. That bothered me a
great deal. Wasn't I good enough? I loathed my crappy selfish
jealous feelings. Persephone deserved better. Why should it
matter from whom she received ultimate pleasure? Indeed, why
should it be me at all? Just accept it, Mike, go with it. Don't
ruin it.

   "Mike," she breathed, motioning with her hand, "Come."

   I used my hand on myself but still there was no response. I'd
never had this awful problem before.

   She reached above her head, grabbed the couch's armrest,
locked her arms straight and braced herself. Her breathing was
deep, rapid, noisy. She moaned loudly. His hips went back and
forward; he slid in and out as, with each of her own vigorous
movements, her cock flopped and beat their stomachs.

   "Yes," she hissed, "Yes, oh fuck yes, I'm ... Uhhhhhh ...
Uhhhhh ..."

   With a sudden cry she shut her eyes tight, her body twisted,
her cock produced drops and streams pooled on her breasts and
stomach.

   My heart leapt. Oh fuck, what am I doing! I am ruining this!
Shit shit shit!!

   They laughed again and continued to fuck.

   I felt guilty, bad, loving, enthralled, shitty, turned on,
turned off, left out, an incredible cacophony of conflicting
emotions. Getting hard was the only way to overcome these awful
feelings but I had no leverage. If only she would reach out to
me, want me, give me a sign I was just as important to her
happiness as he was? If only he would offer to suck me!
Something! What shit, how despicable am I. My thoughts were all
over the place and I did not like them.

   I took a step.

   He sat straight up, hooked his hands beneath her legs and
lifted. She pressed on the armrest again, pushing herself onto
him as much as she could, her knees tight against him, holding
them together, undulating synchronously. The couch creaked. She
growled through gritted teeth then groaned and came again.

   The movement of her breasts, the waves through them,
fascinated me, I don't know why. How could I focus on odd little
things like that at this moment?

   I stepped toward them, held out a hand, dropped it. Would it
make any difference if I left? Part of me said no, part said to
be brave, that Persephone would not want that. Determined to
rescue something, I stood by her head and, pressing my knees
against the shaking couch, presented what I could.

   They laughed together, completely ignoring me. Persephone's
knees stayed bent but she kept her thighs pressed tight against
him. She looked between their bodies until another orgasm ripped
through her soul. Her head went back, her arms grasped his
biceps, gripped tightly. Her eyes closed and mouth opened in
continuous, "Oh, oh, uh," with each of his thrusts.

   Then she started cumming continuously, like I'd seen at the
beach, one blast after another, on and on, fucking thrust after
fucking thrust. During, she saw me, laughed very loudly, came and
twisted. While cumming she stretched so her head was over the
side edge. She took me into her mouth, tried to suck. It was
difficult as, every few seconds, orgasms rippled through her. Her
hips kept moving, her cock just kept cumming, it refused to stop.
She made noises around my cock.

   With the palms of my hands, I rubbed cum into her breasts,
felt her hard nipples.

   She sucked and squeezed my balls and stifled a muffled moan as
a big dollop dampened my cheek. I licked it from a finger,
smiled, rubbed her breasts again.

   A calm part of me marvelled in awe at Persphone's magic. How I
envy that!

   He suddenly withdrew, slid down between her legs and took her
cock into his mouth.

   She continued to moan and suck me, but there was still no
response. It felt like one of the most awful experiences of my
life. I leaned down, kissed and licked a nipple, sucked it very
hard. My limp member popped free of her mouth and she groaned.

   He sat back up, pulled her away from me onto his cock. He
laughed and renewed fucking. She laughed and fucked back.

   She held out an arm to me, flicked her fingers then an orgasm
refocused her back onto him. I knew this, I just hadn't seen her
do it with anyone else. She was in the grip of that powerful
winged orgasmic monster.

   He never looked at me, not the slightest recognition. It was
just the two of them here, one-on-one, as if I should stay
detached and simply watch or leave or stay on the edge. I had
expected her to play with both of us, alternate between us, have
us together, share us as had happened with previous threesomes. I
had expected to feel important to her, not an extra. Maybe that
was the problem, my stupid expectations. Or that it was a male
this time as the third party.

   He pulled her back against him again, dragging her over the
bed, away from me, tight onto him.

   She fucked him harder than he fucked her. She moaned -- "Oh,
fuck yes!" -- her cock went rigid and spat a series again. She
slid back toward me, grabbed my cock and sucked me back into her
mouth. He slipped out but immediately pressed forward back into
her. Her other hand rubbed his arm affectionately.

   All my shity thoughts, all the jealousy and envy, all my self
loathing -- they all lied to me! That's one thing I knew for
certain, feelings lied. They really all came down to one thing: I
could not get hard therefore I could not compete. With him.
Compete. That was it, that fleeting thought ... It was a fucking
competition, quite literally.

   Shit. And I had fallen for it.

   So had she. I thought she was better than that. I thought
about leaving, decided against it.

   Persephone once again howled, wrenched, her juices splattered
her undulating stomach and breasts. Her hand roamed around his
neck and head, her other hand held onto my cock.

   It struck me that she had been cumming without her cock being
touched even once. None of us had barely spoken a word. The only
sounds were their laughter and breathing and her moans and groans
and the intensely loud thumping of the music.

   Finally, I felt something in me stir. Some feeling in my balls
and cock. Maybe there was hope!

   Another beautiful orgasm rippled through her, but this time
she had stopped ejaculating. She again sucked hard on me and I
jerked.

   I was now in complete awe of my beloved, that she could be
this free and loving and orgasmic and this bloody happy. And I
hated myself for my depressing feelings. Perhaps she was using
him to get off but all I could see was her joy and not the
motive.

   I had completely misinterpreted it. Totally. What an asshole.

   She slowed her motions and said to him, "Gosh you feel good."

   My heart flipped. I kissed around her face. She moaned again,
both her hands now rubbing his arms and body while they still
moved. He had pushed her so hard that her head hung way over the
edge of the couch next to the armrest. He bent forward, leaned
onto her, his face near my still drooping member. She held him
and fucked. Her head came up next to his. She panted. He reached
and she giggled as they kissed. Her hands did not stop moving on
him. He laid down on her, their bodies touching completely. She
clutched his shoulders.

   He completely ignored me.

   She breathed hard, groaned loudly, came again, laughed and
still they did not stop fucking.

   I reached but he wriggled them back onto the bed, pulling her
away out of my reach.

   I leaned, kissed her and whispered, "I wish I could get hard
for you."

   "Me, too..." she replied and kissed me. "I would love ... oh
fuck!" She came again then looked at me, smiled, said, "Wait ..."

   She stopped fucking him, although he continued. Her eyebrows
narrowed, lines creased above her nose. She looked at me,
blinked, a micro-expression of something I couldn't identify
flashed across her face. She pushed on his chest and he finally,
quietly, stopped fucking her and pulled out.

   "Trevor," she said looking up at me. "Mike needs me."

   She turned her back to him, rose to her knees before me,
towered over me. Placing her hands on my head, she kissed me
passionately, then bent down onto hands and knees and sucked me
strongly.

   He rose behind her, held her hips and inserted, started
fucking again, but Pers motioned and he stopped.

   She pushed him back, pulled me down onto my back on the couch.
I opened my legs, pushed my knees up to my shoulders. Positioning
herself above me, she slowly pressed her wet hard cock into my
ass. She pushed very hard until she popped painfully into me.

   "We can do this," she breathed. She laughed, giggled and
fucked. "It doesn't matter if you're hard or not."

   I saw him rear behind her, felt him insert and start fucking
her again. He laid down on top of her back and, now the middle of
the sandwich position, timed her thrusts to his. She kissed me
with passion. She gritted her teeth, her body tightened; she
stopped fucking and shouted loudly as she came, hurting my ears.
Inside me, I felt her pulsate. She opened her eyes and smiled,
looked deeply into my eyes. She laid her head down until he
paused.

   The thought that he may have been using her as a masturbatory
toy crossed my mind. What a cunt. But then is that what she had
been doing with him? It didn't matter: he had played me for his
own ego.

   Pers pushed, Trevor pulled away. She sat back, took a deep
breath, and said, "Trevor, I want you to get Mike off."

   "What?" He tipped his head.

   She pointed at my partial erection.

   "He hasn't cum. Do him. Now!"

   He hesitated then leaned in front of her. Taking my cock
between thumb and forefinger, he bent and sucked on me. He didn't
feel good and it did nothing for me.

   She came up behind him and roughly pushed herself into his
ass.

   He grunted, yowlled, his head snapped up.

   "Hey! ..."

   "You'll take this, just like you fucked me. Be fair!"

   She slapped his ass. Her hips shoved. He grunted again and
grimaced. She held his hips and fucked him in short fierce
motions.

   "Suck Mike! Get him off!"

   Her voice held that strong, commanding, take-no-shit flavour.
I would not have wanted to tackle her.

   He rubbed his fist up and down on me. She fucked him for only
a few more minutes before pushing roughly and yelling, "Ahhhhh!"
It felt like she had marked him. She then roughly pulled him off
me and shoved herself back inside me. She pointed at her ass and
Trevor pushed in once again, resumed fucking her.

   While he did this, she worked on me, staring deeply into my
eyes.

   Shortly, he thrust hard and held.

   She sighed. "Thank you, Trevor."

   They got off the couch. I laid there as he dressed and said he
enjoyed everything. Pers escorted him out. I lay on the bed,
winded.

   When she returned, she held me very tightly.

   "I'm really sorry," she said, holding me.

   "You're sorry? I'm the one who fucked up. Aren't you angry at
me?"

   "Oh, yes, you're a turd, you jealous shit. But I understand
what happened."

   "I felt like so much shit and I couldn't get hard. I had awful
thoughts. I was ready to leave. I hated myself for that. I
wrecked things."

   "Maybe. You should have laid down next to us right from the
start and tried to join. I wanted you to." She shifted. The music
stopped.

   "It didn't look like it."

   "I did."

   "You were so into him, so happy with him, it hurt. I and I
just ..."

   She kissed me to shut me up.

   I heard someone wail in lust.

   She continued, "I fucked up too. I promised that I would never
make you feel less than the most important man in my life. I
didn't mean it, I got trapped and carried away. He's a skilled
bugger and he brought my nympho side out. When I start cumming
that's all I think about, those feelings, and he tapped into it,
hogged me and shut you out."

   I hugged her.

   "He's one of those that thinks threesomes are about the hubby
sitting back and watching while he 'fucks the missus' and shows
how much better he is than, he thinks, her obviously inadequate
partner. He probably doesn't even know he thinks like that."

   Her eyebrows narrowed.

   "But you fucked up, too. You needed to relax and enjoy it,
hang in there as best you could and wait for me or just, damn it,
kiss me! Stop fucking worrying! Let things happen. Live while you
can, indulge your passions and make the moment count because you
may never get another chance."

   I nodded. "I know. I feel like shit. Damn it, am I that
insecure?"

   "No," she said, "You're not an insecure person. He did not
share and you're a gentle type, not one to push in. You're not
that competitive and you have a strong submissive streak."

   "Yeah, I didn't want to seem like a possessive bastard. I need
to trust you more."

   "You already do, its not about trust. We just got caught by an
expert player. I've run into so many of these guys, I should have
fuckin' well seen it coming. Hell, I've done it myself countless
times."

   I said, "If the situation were reversed and we were in a
threesome with someone I invited, I might be too focused on her
as well. I think it can happen easily."

   "It can," she said, "and I will let you know if I ever feel
you have put me second."

   We released and she sat up, crossed her hands on her knee. "I
know from experience that the person with two lovers has to bend
over backward to avoid a power struggle and make sure both
partners get enough time, attention, affection and sex. Unless
everyone cooperates and is careful of each others' feelings, it
is too easy for one person to feel left out. I've been there
before and, no, it isn't nice, those awful feelings when you
can't get hard and some asshole is deliberately trying to keep
you out. They're powerful lies those feelings. It would be easy
for me to get angry at you but that won't help and it misses the
truth. Guys like Trevor are great one-on-one but lousy at
threesomes. They don't know the responsibilities of sharing.
Let's put this down to your inexperience and my not reading the
clues properly."

   I held her, she held me.

   I said, "He must have felt pretty good. You were pretty happy.
You laughed a lot."

   She smiled, hummed. "Oh, he did. I had a good time with him.
It was raw sex and that's great in its own right. But the other
feelings I have for you, they're more important and deeper, they
go way beyond and I want to make damn sure nothing gets in the
way of those." She kissed me again. "I give a shit how you feel
Mike, that's what love is all about. If you need me to laugh when
I fuck you, I will. I will make the effort for thee because thee
mattereth to me."

   "And I you."

   And that, I thought, was it. She hugged me, gave me a quick
kiss then went back to the bar. The place closed at three a.m.
and she spent another hour cleaning up. I hung around, still
feeling uneasy and bad about how I'd felt before.

   We left through the back door, out into the cool damp morning
air, quickly walked down the block to her parked car.

   "Mike, are you ok? You haven't said anything."

   I shook my head. "I don't know. I think so. It was ..." My
hand cut the air, head shook. "I don't know. I'm not sure ..." I
rubbed my chin.

   She looked at me.

   "Mike ... oh fuck ... it'll be ok. I told you, he got to us.
Oh, shit. I'll tell you what, you just being there brought
something out in me, even though I was fucking him. It was so
powerful!" She took a step toward me, raised an arm, looked at me
with a worried expression. "I ..." She bit her nail.

   I looked blankly at her and felt like a shit.

   She averted her face, her nail touched teeth, she bit. She
looked back, reached for me.

   "I just ... shit."

   My open palm cut air. I wanted to say something but the words
were all gummed up inside my churning stomach. I wanted to say I
loved her and I was sorry.

   I don't know why but I took a step away from her.

   Her hands dropped, crossed in front of her body. She stepped
back, her expression instantly cold.

   "Alright," she said. "Don't worry. You take care, I have to
get home, get some sleep. I'm really exhausted. I'm sure you are
too..."

   She touched her car door's fingerprint lock. The door lifted.

   I couldn't move. What had I just done? Fuck, no!

   "Pers ..."

   She stepped, leaned, kissed my cheek.

   "I'm sorry, Mike. I got carried away. I didn't mean to hurt
you."

   She swivelled long beautiful white legs into the car, the door
dropped closed.

   She sped away into the city's early morning night.

   I just stood watching her go. A breeze flapped my shirt.

   I cursed myself.


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   Thirteen: Angst -- to the Stars or Bust
   ===============================

   We didn't see each other for the next week and a half.
Persephone messaged me saying she had to make a quick overseas
trip for work and would be out of contact.

   I was a total wreck. I worried I had pissed off the most
important woman in my life. Shit, shit, shit.

   I didn't eat well, I was crabby at work, I didn't care about
anything other than my misery and what I had done. I became a
self-centred prick. Jenny told me off at one point.

   During the week I looked at Persephone's photos, videos and
personal sex list. I learned much about her private life, but
little concerning her professional life or upbringing. The dozen
videos were mostly professional porn. A production called Deep
Inside Hades told the story of the nature nymph Persephone, doing
a threesome on a field of flowers with two other girls, being
seduced and abducted to the underworld Hades by King Pluto. There
she grew a penis which replaced her vagina. She turned into a
seductress queen who had sex with men and women and groups in
which she captured their souls for her pleasure and that of
Pluto. There was a lot of group sex. The queen rose to Earth in
springtime where she became a succubus, seducing the living,
trapping their souls and fucking the living daylights out of
them. The director took advantage of Persephone's height and
ability to multiple orgasm. The costumes were magnificent. Her
acting wasn't the best but she was very good sexually. Two other
videos, which appeared to have been self-made, touched me the
most. One was with a man, the other showed Persephone playing
joyfully on a large round bed with two women.

   The spreadsheet file listed who Persephone had had sex with
since 2016 and included notes. She had been extremely active:
there were hundreds of entries. I discovered three distinct
periods in her life: most entries were before twelve years ago
when she appeared to be very promiscuous. She confessed to
enjoying gangbangs and swingers parties and doing the porn. She
detailed a few special relationships, all intense and short
lived. The next phase was her "Dark Years" of celibacy and
depression. She wrote that she was emotionally drained and empty,
that sex had become mechanical and lacked feeling and the world
was full of users. She wrote that she concentrated on work and
had discovered something amazing but did not state what it was
and that "everything changed". The third phase, from 2025, was a
reawakening. She realized who she was, her special talents and
gifts, and that she needed sex to be happy and feel alive. That
was a repeated theme: sex = alive. There were many "at the club"
one off entries but a few names recurred regularly, too. I
recognized Tish and J but wondered about all those "Fucked with
Gary" entries which went right up to the present. Many entries
involved Connie and some of those included a 'Doug', who she
wrote was amazingly long-lasting and "the best pet anyone could
ever have". I gathered she referred to a male bdsm 'pet'. She
noted a few overseas trips related to work, such as her time in
Paris and another in Chicago and there were some cryptic entries
about enjoying sex in the grassy fields of New Terra, wherever
that was. There were also a few entries related to her sister
Susie.

   Near the end, Pers wondered if I was finally the real love of
her life. Each of our encounters up to our office incident was
there. She wrote that she felt as if she could be her true self
with me, completely and finally free.

   I felt even more like a heel.

   The afternoon of Wednesday, December 13th, an email arrived.

    Dear Mike,

    I have missed you terribly. I have realized how much I love
you and how important you are. I have been doing incredible
things. Can we please meet? I would like the opportunity to
explain and make love again. My dick badly needs you!

    Love,

    Pers
    xxx

   I replied:

    Dearest Persephone,

    I have missed you as well. I am appalled at my behaviour, you
deserve better from me. Where? When?

    You are the most amazing woman I have ever met.

    Love back,

    Mike
    xoxoxo

   She returned immediately, suggesting we meet at her place
where she would prepare something special. I agreed and asked
when. She said she couldn't tonight as there was another show at
the planetarium, could we make it tomorrow night? I agreed.

   The next day, my phone chimed. I tapped my softscreen and
Persephone's head appeared in a window on the hardscreen. Her
hair had grown past her chin and was now a smooth, thick
chocolate brown. Her bright eyes were highlighted by gothic dark
lines all around, conservative light blue shadow. A constellation
of pseudotat stars glowed on right and left cheeks.

   "Mike! Hi. Oh, god, it's good to see you again." Someone
bumped her, she giggled. "Have you heard the news?"

   I shook my head. "Uh, no."

   "The probe. It was launched! It's at Alpha C!"

   Ah. "Great!" Is that the only reason she called?

   I could hear a lot of voices and other noises in the
background and see bookcases. "We're having a launch party. And I
did something special!"

   Someone in a white shirt swept behind her. She turned her
head, stuck out her tongue, turned back, smiling. Her beige
blouse was unbuttoned, wide open, naked breasts clearly visible.
She seemed hyper, her speech, eyes and movements rapid.

   "It's gone great! I just had to ring you. I've been wanting
to. God, I've missed you! Is tonight still ok?"

   Someone else bumped into her, she grinned, her head came
closer to the cam. Huge eyes.

   "Yes, your place around ... ?"

   "Say seven. Oops..."

   An older bald man appeared, kissed Pers on the cheek, hand
sneaking into her blouse to cop a breast. She laughed, pushed him
away. "Brute," she said to him.

   "Some party," I said.

   "Sure is." She laughed again. "I so want to see you again."
She looked down, giggled, slapped someone who was beneath her.
"Oh, stop that! Mike, see you tonight. I have'ta run."

   "Ok. Cu." I blew a kiss. In my imagination, some guy was
blowing her.

   She was pulled off camera as the window closed.

   Some party, I thought. I hadn't realized space people got so
excited over these things.

   I arrived just after seven p.m. It was still daylight.
Persephone greeted me at the brown front door. She wore nothing
but a plastic BBQ apron upon which was a photograph of a woman's
bare torso with the words in black letters "Fuck the Cook ...
right now!". She was all smiles as she came into my arms, pulled
me in, clicked the door shut with her bare foot.

   She kissed me warmly, passionately. Her tongue brushed my
lips, pressed in. I sought her's in return. Her body felt
wonderful, especially her naked back. Her hands held my neck,
head, mine her back. The apron crinkled as we pressed together
and squirmed. Her cock jabbed me through the apron and my pants.

   Great relief flooded through me.

   Pulling back, hands on my waist, mine on her's, she said,
"Come on. I have something."

   Holding my hand, I was taken quickly through the arch past the
kitchen then to the outside back veranda. Palm leaves and big
leafed tropical potted plants shaded everywhere, a very
impressive arrangement amongst fake and natural rocks and
benches. Water chuckled over a small artificial fall to a small
green pond. A red tiled path lead to a small wooden building
inside which bubbled a large rectangular pool, sunk into the
ground. Multi-coloured cemented pebbles surrounded the wooden
edge. More hanging and potted big leafed tropical plants and
ferns filled the room.

   "Very nice," I said. Steam rose, almost clouding the surface.
"Impressive."

   Persephone untied the apron and dropped it. Her body was, as
usual, translucently pale, utterly breathtaking. Blue, yellow and
red stars were pseudotattooed on her left ass cheek. She had
removed the ones on her face. She stepped to the steaming spa,
placed a foot on the edge, smiled at me, reached for me, fingers
wiggling.

   "Come."

   She stepped into the water, eased herself down to the bubbles
until only her head was visible in the mist.

   I stripped and entered slowly. The water felt hot. There was a
moulded bench all the way around. I sat, leaned back, scrunched
down so the water was up to my neck. Her legs found mine. She
scooted over next to me. Her hands touched my legs, my penis. She
reached, pulled, kissed. The warm bubbles soothed my skin,
tickled me in places. I responded.

   Another huge feeling of relief washed through me. I had to
breath and pulled back.

   "Pers ..."

   "I know," she said, "I know." Kissed me again. "We need to
talk. It can wait. This is more important: I really need to
reconnect with you and you with me."

   "I don..."

   My words were smothered by tender, insistent lips and tongue.
She lifted, placed herself on my lap, pulled me toward her until
I sat on the edge of the bench. She wrapped her arms around my
neck, pressed her breasts to me, kissed deeply again. I held her,
encircled my arms around her back, just held on for dear life.
She wriggled, her cock brushed my own and kept brushing. We were
both rigid. It felt good to touch each other that way. She did
not stop kissing while her hips slowly moved. Bubbles churned
around us, soothing, warm. She pushed forward, lifted herself.
With my hands I parted her, my upthrust cock found her opening.
She pressed down, surrounded me with comfort. Once lodged, arms
still around my neck, she sighed.

   "Oh, that's much better, Mike. I've really missed this. My god
have I missed it!" She squirmed on me. "Ouch, I'm a bit sore,
sorry."

   I started to withdraw but Pers pushed down. "It's ok, stay,
please. I really need you right now."

   Her body moved, her hands dropped beneath the water to my
waist, held as she used her legs to slowly raise and lower
herself. Waves rippled in time to her movements.

   I forgot all my fears, all my hesitations, all my angst and
shit of the last week, all was replaced with wonderfulness and
lust, peace and calm, renewed energy. Yes, I was indeed home once
again ... where I belonged.

   Persephone fucked solidly, slowly, for what seemed like a long
time. We did not say a word, simply fucked and kissed and felt
each other, sometimes giggling and laughing. At one point she
raised and presented her stiff cock to my face. I greedily sucked
it before she lowered back down to continue fucking.

   I thought, It's amazing how sex dulls the mind, or at least
gets rid of one's fears. Maybe she is right after all.

   "Oh, Pers ... that's so good."

   "Are you almost there?"

   I nodded, breathing hard now and fucking upwards in reply,
pushing her out of the water and back, creating waves, splashing
water out of the spa.

   "Then cum."

   "It's ok in here?"

   She laughed and moaned. "Of course. You are supposed to cum in
my spa." She thumbed at a sign: Cumming in this Spa is Mandatory.
Ah, right.

   Pers pushed down as hard as she could -- which was difficult
in the buoyant fizzing water -- and twisted her body, squeezed
her anal muscles. Her hand grabbed the back of my neck, pulled my
head between her fabulous breasts. I pushed up, grunted. My balls
tightened, I quivered, gasped at the pleasure, pushed her up,
almost out of the water as I squirted jet after intense jet into
her.

   She kissed me again and continued to kiss until well after I
was finished.

   Again, I was amazed that so much emotion was poured into that
act, into a specific ejaculation.

   Puffing, I held her with my arms. She cuddled my head to her
breasts.

   The water frothed, the pump hummed, the warm mist danced.

   As she settled, I was still comfortably hard inside her body.
Her head dropped to my shoulder, her body slumped over me. I ran
my hand down and up her spine. My other hand held her ass.

   "Oh, Mike," she whispered, lifting her head. "I'm so sorry
that shit happened between us. I lost control with that asshole.
I didn't mean to hurt you. And I took too long to contact you. I
really wanted to sooner, too."

   "Me, too. I fucked up really bad at the club."

   She hugged me.

   "Shhhh," I said. "Where do you want to talk? Here or the
bedroom?"

   She sat up, leaned, kissed me, sat back up. "I've always found
the bathtub an excellent place to tell truth. I thought this
might be just as good but it's too big. I loved what we did,
though. I feel much better. Do you?"

   I nodded. "Yes, I feel better too. I thought I had lost you."

   "No way. I don't give up that easily."

   She kissed me, rocked on my cock, leaned back in the water
until her head almost touched, arms straight, holding my
shoulders. I reached down, fondled her own hard cock, gently
rolled the foreskin back.

   "That's nice, thank you," she murmured. "Continue."

   Wrapping my right hand around, I pumped in short quick
movements, making sure I slid my palm over the sensitive head. I
felt her harden further. She pulled up, looked at me, laughed,
hugged me and my hand was momentarily squished. She sat back up,
placed her hands on my shoulders, and bounced quickly on me as I
used my hand.

   "Almost ... there ... almost ... keep going ... oh yes!"

   I felt her cock enlarge and pump. Several streams of milky
fluid twisted through my fingers and were soon lost in the
churning bubbles. She finished, calmed, leaned on me again,
laughed, hugged me tightly. A shudder went through her, head to
toe. I was still inside her, but softer, and I kept my grip on
her deflating penis. I decided not to unroll her foreskin but to
continue lightly rubbing her exposed soft glans with the tips of
my fingers, much as I might a woman's clitoris. I knew she would
be very sensitive now.

   Pers sighed. Her shoulders bunched, relaxed, bunched, relaxed,
sagged.

   She kissed me again.

   As we left the spa, she said, "House: spa off. House: cover
spa." The bubbles ceased and a thick cover slowly slid over the
spa. She handed me a towel.

   "I made dinner but it can keep warm in the pot. House: kitchen
pot off."

   After drying ourselves, I took her outstretched hand and
followed back into the house to the bedroom.

   I had not noticed before but the house was clean. Books and
models were shelved, things were where they should be, chairs
empty. The bedroom was clean, too.

   She pulled back black covers decorated with a star field and
nebula pattern and slid onto the bed, patted the side next to
her. Those long legs were incredibly captivating. I dived between
them, my giggling mouth landing on her cock. She laughed, pushed
my head away. I laid next to her, placed a hand on her hip. She
pulled the covers over us, pushed me on top, wrapped her arms and
legs around me tightly, kissed me, hugged again.

   "I don't want to let go, damn it. But we better talk."

   "Me, too," I said.

   "Please," she said.

   I smiled, patted her back. She snuggled. But I raised myself a
bit so I could see her face. I stroked her hair.

   "It was my fault," I said. "I fucked up."

   "Yah, you were a shit. But like I said, he didn't share and I
didn't spot it soon enough. So it wasn't just you. You've got to
stop feeling bad about it."

   "The last thing I want to do is fuck up with you. You're the
woman I am serious about. I have to make this right."

   Her mouth opened, shut, tightened.

   I continued. "There is a sort of second person inside you.
I've seen her come out, especially with others around. She's not
nasty, she just gets carried away. I feel as if I get forgotten."

   I breathed.

   Her eyes narrowed.

   "No, you're never forgotten, and you do have an issue to deal
with here."

   I rolled off to her side.

   "Yes," she said, "my nympho side sometimes forgets and gets
carried away, but she's not mean and she doesn't like hurting
anyone. You withdrew from me instead of telling me how scared you
were. We promised each other we'd never withdraw because we both
know how painful and destructive that can be. That's what hurt me
the most. You fucking withdrew."

   I reached, brought her in, wrapped myself around her with my
arms, legs, held with my hands and heels.

   "I know. I am so fucking sorry," I said. "Can you accept my
apology?"

   "Yes, I will accept that. Mike, I'm not using you, I never
will. I am doing what I am driven to do, that is me: I love to
fuck other people, but I am also enjoying you. It is part of me,
it is what and who I am. It is how I love you. Just having you
there was enough to make me feel great and not spot what he was
doing. And I want to tell you that I've been worried sick I lost
you."

   "I'll try to be better for you."

   "Yes, please. And I have more to tell you, too."

   "Oh?"

   She pulled back, sat up on the bed, pushed the sheets and
doona back, stretched her long legs out next to me. She took a
big breath, expanded her beautiful chest then let it out slowly
and settled herself. I sat up, too. We awkwardly moved so her
knee was between my legs, mine vertical, our soft cocks and our
balls touching each other. It wasn't easy but it felt right. She
settled back on her elbows, me on mine. She tossed a pillow to
me, I propped myself up on it.

   "Here ..."

   She stretched, reached her dresser -- I watched her breasts
move -- brought something out from the drawer, handed it to me.

   It was a worn fragile paperback book: black cover, blue ring
shape surrounding a yellow sun, swath of stars in the background,
a small spaceship hurling past the ring. Larry Niven's Ringworld.
I'd heard of it, it had won awards, had sequels and was revered
by science-fiction fans. I handled it carefully. The copyright
page had a date of 1970, over sixty years ago.

   "Didn't they make a movie of this?"

   "No, but there were rumours and they should. Apparently James
Cameron had the rights at one time. This copy is a collector's
edition, very rare. I'm sorry it isn't the first edition but this
one is almost as old. I hope you like it."

   "I am very touched. Thank you. I appreciate the effort to get
it."

   Her leg slid on mine; she moved her hips.

   "Took a bit."

   "I appreciate it, I do. I'll definitely read it." I laid the
book on the edge of the sidestand.

   "Mike," she said, "My ass is a bit sore. The spa helped."

   "You said before."

   "It's sore because I fucked someone today and he was a bit
rough."

   "Oh. The party."

   She nodded. "The whole fucking time all I thought about was
you. Everyone was so high after the launch, most had taken
floaters or high-rises or were drinking and, well, I took
something too which I just never do, and I'd played with Carl a
few times and we ended up in his office and some others joined us
and got carried away." She grinned slightly. "I think I made him
sore, too."

   The demon within me speared my guts but I quelched it and
said, "It's ok. I expect you to have sex with others."

   "Thank you, but there's more."

   I blinked, looked at her eyes, waited.

   "When I get depressed like that, I sometimes go on a binge.
Some people drink, some people take drugs, people do crazy
things. Well, I fuck. I try to cum as much as I can. Sex can be a
drug for me, I get addicted to it, to the feelings, to cumming. I
use my friends, I pick up strangers, I masturbate a lot, and I
really did, six maybe ten times a day if I didn't fuck someone. I
even had a gangbang. And ... I saw my mother. She helped, told me
off. So, yes, I guess that I do use people in a way. But only
when I'm really down."

   She stopped, looked at me.

   I thought, No, I love this woman, it has to work out.

   "I understand. Do you want to tell me about it?"

   She took a breath. "That's ... very brave of you. Well, I had
the gangbang and I saw Gary. And J." She pushed me. "And Carl."
Her hand waved, "The shitty thing is each time I felt guilty, and
I haven't felt like that in a long time. I really hate feeling
like that, you bugger, its your fault. I love you that much! Sex
is such a good thing I shouldn't feel guilty about doing it with
anyone, damnit. Mother and J picked up my feelings. J thinks you
need a good spanking or a hard root with her biggest strapon but
she also told me to get back to you and fuck your brains out. But
I had to go away for a few days, too, and I fucked there too."

   "Where'd you go?"

   "Oh, um, New ... um, York. Um, they're working on something
and needed some of my input."

   "Uh huh. Is that where you did the gangbang?"

   "Um, yes. It ended up more me banging them than them doing
me." She smiled.

   I imagined her telling a guy she wanted one, and he ringing
his mates.

   "Who's Gary?"

   "He's just a fuckbuddy. I've known him for years. It's just
sex with him." She paused, tried to smile. "I guess I used him,
yes I did."

   I nodded. "Well, I'd be honoured it if you would use me, too,
when you feel like that even if I have been a total shit. Bang me
as much as you need to, I'll even be part of a gangbang if that's
what you need. I remember our rule where you said we should use
sex to heal ourselves. And I hate to see you upset."

   "Yes. And we have been doing that, just now. Um ... you're not
going to go all monogamy and jealous again on me are you?"

   "No. But I have to keep working on it. That's one of the
things we're talking about here."

   "Good, because I can't live monogamous."

   She paused, took a breath. Gorgeous breasts rose and fell. She
pulled back a bit.

   "Well," she said, "looks as if we're both caring people. We
give a shit about feelings."

   "That we do," I said.

   I took a breath. She tipped her head. At that moment my heart
skipped: she looked so beautiful.

   I said, "I think we can have a good life together. You're a
good person -- no, a great person. You said I have a lot of
unlearning to do and you're damn right. Practice. Keep pushing
me, I'll get there. I hope you'll have patience with me."

   "I hope I can, too. There is ... something special. I wish I
could tell you about it but I can't. Has to do with work. I did
something really ... incredible, wonderful. I haven't been
around. It was sudden."

   "Well," I said, "what is it?"

   "Um, actually, sorry, I can't tell you. I'm involved in a
secret project. That's all I can say."

   She bit her lower lip.

   "What, in astronomy?"

   "Yes."

   I decided to help her by changing the subject. "Look," I said,
"can I ask a question. Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious. Why
do you do it, all the sex?" I waved open palm. "I've just never
encountered anyone like you, so full of life, so intense, so open
about her sexuality, so public about it."

   Shook her head, took a big breath.

   "Lots of reasons. I like the reactions I get. I like to make
people happy doing it, that's very important to me. I think sex
should be much more open and social, it's far more important to
sanity than most realize, so I do my part. I like to make men
hard and I love it when I make them cum. And women, I love the
taste and touch of them, too. Honestly, making people have
orgasms gives me a sense of fulfilment, and I love fucking them.
Oh, god, um, I love the feel of all that sperm in me or on me,
the erotic nasty smell, the thought of being sluty, cocks pumping
into me, onto me, and me into them. With you, your cock, kissing
you. Some guys I like the control, being in charge. I really love
cumming, a lot, it's just the best thing there is. And well, I
just love ... all of it."

   I tipped my head.

   Persephone grimaced. "Mike, here's the truth: I was once
diagnosed as a sex addict, a nymphomaniac, hypersexual, both
compulsive and impulsive."

   "Yeah, I've seen it. The nympho, she's beautiful, too."

   "Yeah, and she can hurt people without meaning to. That
diagnosis was long ago. But because of it I went through dark
times. Years as a recluse and celibate, very depressed, nearly
suicidal at times, deep psychitry, the works. I questioned
everything about my life, my weird upbringing, my huge sexual
appetite, my gender and I put it all back together. Shrinks and
others screwed with my head, tried to make me normal before I
decided I wasn't. I just don't think like everyone else. I
learned that sex is something I need, something I am driven to do
and if I ignore that I crash. It surfaced when I was about twelve
and I've been like that ever since. You, you scoundrel, you got
to me, got through my emotional shields, damn it, all the walls I
built up to stop people hurting me. When I'm with you, I feel  as
if I can be the real me and that includes my nympho side as well
as the loving one. That's what happened with Trevor, I was so
fucking happy you were there! And I can't be angry at you, damn
it, even though you hurt me and I know I hurt you. I guess I love
you too much. And I really need you to just be there with me and
go with whatever happens. That's the best I can say, Mike."

   I thought for a moment.

   "My heart thanks you, Persephone Alice Jones, for telling me
all this. It helps me understand you better."

   "Mike, my legs are sore. Can we cuddle?"

   We shifted, stretched next to each other. She laid on her
stomach, I next to her, my leg hooked over her ass.

   She turned, looked at me, sighed.

   "I made up the Rule to protect us from accidentally abusing
each other. We can't withdraw or neglect and use withholding as a
weapon and that's something that is so easy to do even without
meaning to. Someone I loved did that to me and it was like they
died even though they hadn't. I grieved. It was awful. We have to
use the Rule even when one of us is shitty."

   She turned, faced me.

   I said, "We need to always forgive each other, too. Always. It
is critical for a successful relationship because people fuck up
all the time. And be kind as well. Maybe that's going to have to
be our second Rule, forgiving and being kind. We're going to make
plenty of mistakes, that's being human. Persephone, I forgive you
for being you."

   "And I forgive you." Her head touched mine.

   I said, "I think I understand you. When you're having some
type of sex, it is when you feel most alive."

   She nodded, eyes widening.

   I continued, "When you're driving to have orgasm after orgasm
or when you're intent on getting someone off, you're really
soaring, there's nothing higher, no better feeling. I figure
that's what you crave. If there's others about, it is even
stronger. I'm not sure why, but it is. It is so powerful and
intense it scares me at times. I think that the astronomer and
geek is your alter ego, not fake, not pretend, just another side,
maybe a Clarke Kent persona. The Persephone I know, that's
another side, too, loving, touching but insatiable as well, can't
get enough love and assurance, mixed up with the rest. You're not
schizophrenic, you don't seem to have different personalities,
just have different sides, but the nympho one seems to be able to
take over at times and swamp you. I love all of you, all the
sides, even that one. Just gotta stop being an asshole myself."

   She tipped her head. "Shadows of our lives ...?"

   "I figure," I smiled, "that for you to risk what you do, to
step outside the comfort zone of society, what's right,
respectable, and want to seek what's real and raw, what makes you
human, you have to have a damn good reason. You find out what's
real by doing what you do, having sex with so many so often, and
you push conventional limits, even do things others would think
perverted. That is far more powerful and meaningful for you. You
feed a need of others but you're also getting something very
important back, feeding your own need to feel accepted and loved.
I think if you give it up, you're afraid you'll go back to being
in a dead world, like you said you once were. That terrifies
you."

   She held me for a second.

   "I've been thinking about this all week." I took her hand.
"What is at the core of our human needs? To be loved and accepted
for who we are in the way we need to be loved. My job as your
partner is to try to do that, find out how you need it and give
it to you that way over and over. You need a lot of it, too,
coupled with a huge amount of understanding and acceptance. And
your job, for me, is to do the same in return. Find out what I
need, how I love and do that for me."

   She pulled back, looked at me with wide eyes, tight lips,
leaned forward, hugged me, reached between us and took hold of my
cock.

   She said, "And here I thought I was the philosophical one. But
there is one more thing. I live for sex, you should know this,
how intense those feelings get. I've found that most women do not
have a clue about it, they just don't know nor do they want to
know. If they ever get a chance to get loaded with testosterone,
they discover what drives men. And me, I think I'm super loaded."

   "I like you holding me like that, too, just like you want me
to hold you."

   I found her cock, touched it, held it, wriggled until we were
together in both of our hands.

   She laughed.

   I smiled.

   We then spent the entire next day in bed as Persephone was
still celebrating the launch of the Toliman probe. We laughed a
great deal while fucking. Of course I was careful of her tender
ass. She wasn't!


   ==============================
   Fourteen: The Cure for Happening Shit
   ==============================

   "What's wrong?"

   A few days later, I was pissed, really pissed off. I had
arrived at Persephone's angry. Just inside the door, she kissed
me then pulled back. I hadn't said a word. She was, as usual,
naked and semi-hard.

   My hand chopped the air.

   "This idiot client -- fuckin' bastard -- pulled his contract.
It's cost me a bundle. He didn't know what he was talking about
and the bastard blamed me for not doing what he wanted. I told
him it could not be done even with a billion dollar budget.
Asshole!"

   She grabbed my wrist, pulled hard, lead me to the couch. She
pushed some books off and sat me down forcefully.

   "Shit! I ..."

   Down on her knees, she spread my legs -- "Do not say a word!"
-- unzipped and unbuckled and unhooked my pants, roughly pulled
them down to my ankles.

   I pushed her head.

   "Pers ..."

   "Shut the fuck up!"

   She shrugged me off, took the base of my hardening cock in her
hand, leaned forward, and swallowed me. Her blue eyes looked up
at mine and she sucked very hard  so it hurt. I jerked. She
squeezed my cock and balls.

   "Pers ... shit!"

   She slapped me, I jerked, then she pulled her mouth off, ran
her tongue on my glans. I swelled, almost painfully. She sucked
again hard and I winced. Sitting back, she squeezed the head of
my cock vice-like and glared at me.

   "What are you doing?"

   Her nails dug, she stung my hip. She ordered, "You will be
quiet, slave, and do as you're told! No bullshit, no backtalk."

   Slave?

   Her hand slid up and down the stem and her other hand found my
balls. She did something painful -- "Ow, shit!" -- and then
gently rubbed them. Her head went down, I was swallowed again.
She rubbed her lips all along my aching length.

   "Pers, I just ..."

   "Shut! Up!" she ordered and lightly slapped my face. "You are
mine to use and command, you will obey."

   Stunned, I tensed and almost sat up but she forced me back
down.

   She slid her tongue along the bottom of my cock to my balls.
Pushing my legs as wide as possible and pulling my ass cheeks far
apart, she kissed and licked my anus. It wasn't gentle, she did
it roughly. I threw my head back, lifted my hips as the tingling
feelings spread. She pushed a finger into me, found that special
spot, stroked it while staring straight at my eyes with my cock
in her mouth.

   Wham! It hit me immediately. I spasmed, crying out, "Oh,
fuck!"

   My fingers dug into the couch as I contorted and twisted. Her
hand and mouth worked my cock at the same time her finger was
torturing me with pleasure.

   I came again.

   "Fuckin' hell, stop it!"

   "No."

   "Aaaaaa!!" I came yet again. "For Christ's sake, Pers."

   And still she would not stop. She worked a second finger in,
stretching me painfully, still rubbing vigorously.

   "Pers..."

   "Quiet!"

   "But..."

   She hardslapped my leg. Her teeth bit into my cock and her
finger frantically rubbed me, hooked inside.

   "Oh, shit!" I yelled as I came once more. Between the pain and
the pleasure I didn't know what to do. I refused to hit back at
her or complain, but I was just ... shit, another! Gasp!

   "You are here for me, not yourself. Your orgasms are mine. And
now I want to fuck you."

   She stood on her knees. Using her hands to push my legs wider
and my knees up to my shoulders, she resumed holding my now
painful erection with one hand, pulled me back toward her and
literally forced her cock deep into me. She pushed hard, hurting
me, and she started fucking quickly, without mercy. Her breasts
jiggled, I couldn't take my eyes off them.

   "Do not say a word!"

   She gripped my cock, placed her other palm on my stomach,
spread fingers wide, as if forcing me to stay down. My body
jerked with her thrustings. On each stroke, it felt as if she was
trying to push as far into me as possible.

   I tensed and gulped air as another orgasm sparked through me.

   I reached up for her breast but she glared and said, "No!"

   It was only a minute or two later before she grunted and
squirted. She slowed her movements but did not stop fucking. Her
hand fastwanked me. Shortly my balls tingled and tightened, my
body clenched hard and my cock convulsed. I shot all over her
breasts and stomach and hand and myself. She breathed hard and I
think she may have cum again at that moment, too.

   She stopped moving when we had finished but she held herself
firmly in my ass.

   "There. Feel better?"

   "I ... I ... yeah, I do. Shit."

   She patted my chest, leaned down on me, breasts flattened on
my chest, hugged and kissed me.

   "You needed that. It forced all those emotions out of your
body. Best way to do it." She kissed me again and lifted backup.
"I give a shit how you feel," she said.

   I shook my head.

   "Now," she pulled out, stood, hands on hips, "let's get
cleaned up. I made spaghetti."

   =============================
   Fifteen: Meeting the Beast
   =============================

   We attended each other's end of year functions. I felt
thrilled to finally introduce her to my work colleagues as my
girlfriend, this tall, evocatively dressed woman. She flirted
shamelessly, coming back to hold my arm time and again. At her
do, I learned more about her work as an astronomer; she was
highly regarded in her field and had also been a teacher for a
long time. In my imagination Persephone had sex with everyone in
her classes -- men and women -- so they would do the best they
could. Silly me.

   On the Thursday after, Persephone said she had something
special for us.

   As we drove to a small house not far from her own she rubbed
my cock. This had become a tradition, us holding each other while
driving or watching TV. It was something we did for each other,
it felt secure and soothing and just downright nice. While I
loved being hard it was still great when not. Pers said she felt
the same.

   The house's bricks were brown, the steel roof black, the
gutters and front door sky blue. There were no visible windows at
the front. Pers knocked, the door opened by itself and we entered
semi-darkness.

   I gasped slightly. The woman standing just inside was
simultaneously plain and gorgeous. She glowed. A few centimetres
shorter than myself, she had a solid but shapely body: wide hips
flared from a very curved waist, a nice round ass, breasts larger
than Persephone's, a long neck. Her skin was dark olive and she
was covered in freckles. Her long thin brown hair, deep brown
eyes, oval face, round nose and thin-lipped big smile were
beautiful. Further, she wore no makeup and no clothing except a
smooth dark brown bra. An ornate chinese dragon tattoo decorated
the entire length of her left arm and I glimpsed other tattoos on
her back but none on her legs. From the many lines on her face, I
judged the woman to be in her late forties or older.

   She draped her arms around Persephone's neck and they kissed
very deeply, open mouthed, searching and caressing tongues. I
stood, waiting. The house was darkened inside, drapes drawn. Many
paintings of gothic women, angels and nudes covered the walls.
Judging from the style, most seemed to have been made by the same
talented artist.

   When they parted the woman turned to me, smiled widely with
brilliant white teeth, embraced me as she had Persephone and
kissed me just as deeply. She did not stop kissing, but continued
tenderly. Her tongue glanced my lips then pressed through,
finding mine. Her hands worked on the back of my neck, my hair,
her body pressed against me. Pers hugged both of us while we
kissed.

   "Mike," Pers said, "meet Connie Tantaloni."

   Connie kissed me again. Rather, uh, even more warmly.

   "Mike, I am so happy to finally meet you!" Big smile, bright
teeth. "Persephone has told me so much about you, it's almost as
if I've known you, too."

   Pers smiled.

   Connie resumed kissing me, her body moving against me. She
seemed happy to accept wherever I placed my hands, whatever I
did. Her large breasts felt wonderful.

   This was amazing. I had not even really met Connie and here
she was writhing on me, as open and warm and loving as anything I
could dream. Of course I responded but I also felt guilty:
Persephone was present.

   "Yes," Pers said, "I love to see you both doing that." She
bent and kissed us both, smiled and winked at me. The three of us
took turns kissing each other. It felt almost as if we were three
lovers together.

   "Keep kissing," Persephone said.

   Connie pressed her pelvis onto my demanding erection, held me
tight with her arms and palms. She shuddered.

   Her skin felt slightly rough in places, very smooth in others.
I sensed odd bumps and grooves along her back.

   Persephone knelt, slid her hands between us and unbuckled my
belt, pushed my pants down -- I lifted each foot and shook them
off. My swollen member popped free and inflated further. She
gently held it.

   Connie reached down, took hold of my cock, too -- oh that felt
so wonderful. Persephone's hands rubbed, caressed my buttocks, my
back, my legs, my balls as she kissed both of our bodies and used
her mouth on each of us. Connie lifted a leg and Persephone
positioned me at her entrance. Connie had a long labia, so I was
snuggled between the lips before entering. I reached down between
us, rubbed her swollen clit with my fingers, the knob almost like
a tiny penis. She shuddered again and pressed me into her.
Jumping slightly, I was engulfed in tight warm wetness.

   Connie continued to kiss me. "Hmmmmm...." she murmured.

   Pers stood, unclasped her skirt, pushed her erection between
us for a moment then moved behind me. Her arms wrapped around us
as Connie and I kissed and slowly fucked. I reached back and
pressed my hand onto Persephone's buttocks. I wanted her to know
she was not forgotten.

   "I love both of you," Pers breathed. Her body undulated
against ours. She reached around me, holding Connie's ribs with
wide fingers. I felt her cock probe me but not enter.

   A dog bounded into the room. No way could I recognize the
breed: his marbled fur seemed more like a pelt, his legs were
unusually long and thin, he had a very short tail and his snout
was very elongated, almost pointed. He jumped up at us, very
friendly. His paws scratched Connie's and my legs and we pushed
him down. The dog's wet penis extended from its sheath, long thin
and deep red. He panted, jumped up again on Connie and began
humping her leg. He was a very large dog, too, and when he stood
on hind legs, his head was nearly to Connie's breasts.

   "Not now, Doug. Down!"

   The dog snuffled and ran off.

   I pushed back into Connie, slid myself in and out of her.
Connie fucked me in return, matching my rhythm. She refused to
stop kissing. Pers hovered about, touching us, rubbing, kissing.
She went behind me again, pressed her cock to my ass, held my
hips, pushed and pulled at the same time. I held still while she
slowly entered me. I was now sandwiched between two beautiful
women. I was inside one feeling wonderful and Persephone was
inside me, feeling wonderful, too. It was nothing short of
glorious. Pers placed her head next to mine, stretched her neck.
Connie kissed her.

   I thought, I've never had sex with someone so fast after
meeting them. It had only been minutes.

   "This is delicious," Connie whispered. "I'm really glad you
came, Mike. And Pers, the love of my life, thank you."

   Love of my life?

   Delightful breasts pressed onto me from both sides as we moved
awkwardly. Sex standing up is nice but can be difficult.

   "This is really good," Connie puffed. "Oh, fuck, Mike, you
feel so good."

   She pressed her legs tight making it difficult for me to move
in her.

   Persephone said, "Yes, he does, doesn't he?" and laughed,
fucked into me for emphasis.

   Our subsequent silence was only broken by the noise of our
perspiring bodies and our breaths, gasps and moans and laughs,
until Connie's moans turned to groans then to cries of obvious
ecstasy. Her internal muscles gripped my cock in spasms, which
set me crying out myself as I shot into her.  She stumbled off
balance and almost fell. Pers wasn't far behind: she shouted
something and came into me.

   It was, put simply, wonderful.

   We panted and smiled and hugged together, part of something
special.

   We retired to the bedroom.

   Persephone and Connie -- both now naked -- cuddled each other.
I was behind Connie, faced Pers.

   "Connie is one of my dearest and longest," Pers said, slipping
two fingers along a stand of Connie's hair. "When did we meet?
Five years ago?"

   "Longer," said Connie. "More like eight." She turned her head
toward me. "I used to go to the Club to meet women. I was a
lesbian. I'd had it with men back then. Persephone rescued me."
Connie lovingly stroked Pers' cheek.

   I nodded, held Connie's shoulder, slid my hand down her body
over her stomach, between her legs. Pers' hand rubbed my hip.

   "So what's the story?"

   Persephone said, "Pretty simple. We hit it off and we've been
seeing each other ever since."

   Connie laughed. "Our family." Connie hugged Persephone, held
her for more than a few seconds.

   "Well, yes, I do mean that," Pers said. "Does that upset you,
Mike?" She winked at me.

   "No. I can feel something special between the two of you but I
have to admit you made me feel very welcome, too, both of you.
Thank you."

   Connie twisted, kissed me.

   "Thank you!" she insisted. "Persephone is so precious to me
that I accept her lover as part of my family, too. You've more
than lived up to her description. I am honoured to have met you
and loved you."

   "I'm flattered," I said. "That's lovely. Your family?"

   "Oh, yes!" Bright, twinkling eyes, laugh lines sprouting, long
dimples.

   Pers looked over her at me and winked, nodded slightly. I got
the hint ... just go with it.

   "Connie had an accident five years ago. Since then she cannot
leave this house."

   "I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

   "I visit her as often as I can."

   Connie snuggled into Persephone's breasts. Pers and I both
held her. Connie sighed. I had to admit, Connie's body felt
almost as good as Persephone's, though in a different way.

   Connie's entire back was covered by a huge double angel-wing
tattoo. Intricately designed with ornate swirls, colours and
feathers, the dark wings looked almost realistic. It was an
incredible, masterful work of art. With my fingers, I traced the
wings and felt many marks. Looking more carefully, I noticed that
the wings covered old welts and scars. Other marks appeared
faintly on her legs and buttocks.

   Pers said, "Connie paints those pictures you saw."

   "They're very good. I'm impressed."

   Connie purred. "There's one of Pers in the hallway."

   Pers laughed. "Yeah, naked and erect."

   I snuggled up tight to Connie, wrapped my arm around her. My
fingers found her clit and stroked. I reached down, inserted my
finger, hooked it and held then stroked gently inside at her
g-spot. She shuddered. I pushed my other hand beneath Connie's
head and touched Persephone.

   "Oh, yes, thank you," Connie said. "Pers, Mike is cute and
nice. He makes me happy. He's part of our family now."

   Persephone slid her hand along Connie's hip and leg then they
kissed.

   "Yes, I'm sure he will visit you, won't you, Mike." Pers
reached over Connie's head and rested her hand on my head.

   "That'd be nice. I think with Pers, though."

   "Hmmmmmm," said Connie. Her warm ass wriggled against my
rehardening cock and she clamped her legs tight onto my hand.
"I'm feeling horny. Can we fuck again?"

   Persephone said, "That would be wonderful. Mike, what about
you?"

   I pulled my hand out, sought Persephone's cock, found it
semi-hard. I rubbed it as lovingly as I could, pushing her
foreskin back.

   "That'd be nice. Connie, would you like me to give you oral
first?"

   Connie rolled around to face me, kissed me, reached for my
penis.

   "I'll help," she cooed.

   As she fingered me, she was gentle, not rough. Persephone, now
behind Connie, played with her nipples until they crinkled. My
finger found Connie's engorged clit again, fluttered it very
lightly. She squirmed, giggled, lifted a knee. I inserted a
finger again and rubbed her g-spot and clit.

   Doug the dog bounced onto the bed. He panted and licked Pers
and Connie. Connie pushed him away. "Later, Doug!" He leapt off
the bed.

   She placed her hands against my head and kissed me deeply.
Persephone moved her cock behind Connie, between her legs. Connie
angled her leg further. I reached between and guided Pers into
Connie's wet vagina. Pers held still. I rubbed Connie's clit and
Persephone's cock at the same time.

   Connie and Pers moaned together as they started fucking. Pers
reached over Connie to my cock and added her hand to Connie's.
Shear heaven! I was hard immediately.

   But I pulled back. Pers withdrew. Connie rolled onto her back,
legs spread. I leaned down, my tongue sought her bud, found it,
flicked. Connie jerked, hummed. I fluttered my tongue, pushed in
a finger then another. She pressed onto me.

   "Oh, this is so good," she breathed. I slid my fingers in and
out rapidly, making sure to rub that tender spot just inside.

   Pers kissed the back of my neck, gently rubbed my back. After
a few minutes I withdrew and Persephone went over Connie, between
her legs, into her, arms straight, body raised. Her hips and ass
went down then up, down then up, harder and faster each second
until she was fucking steadily and strongly with Connie fucking
back in time. Connie's breathing increased. She hooked her heels
inside Persephone's ankles and grasped Persephone's arms.

   "Oh, yes!" She shuddered. "Oh my god, Persephone, my lovely,
Oh fuck me! I'm so hot, I need you."

   Pers lowered her body. Their breasts touched, erect nipple to
erect nipple. I ran a hand over Pers' back, to her ass, a finger
between the cheeks, found her anus. Pers clenched on my finger,
looked at me, grinned, closed her eyes as feelings overwhelmed.
Connie gasped, moaned, her hands and nails raked Persephone's
back leaving long red lines. Pers' body stiffened, her back
arched then indented. She pushed very hard into Connie and her
head snapped up.

   "Ung..." Pers moaned before resuming her fierce thrusting. "Oh
fuck this is good! Uh... uh ... uh   uh uh uh."

   As Persephone shoved, Connie gripped her back and cried out.
"I'm ... oh," a rising crescendo as her orgasm crested. She
literally laughed and giggled.

   Pers' buttocks flexed, hollowed, flexed again as she came,
too.

   Shortly she withdrew and rolled away, puffing, eyes closed,
cock pointing straight up, glistening, hands flexing.

   A huge grin splitting her face, Connie panted, looked at me,
held her arms out. I clambered on top of her, between her widely
spread legs and pressed straight in. She was very wet and I
thought I could feel Persephone's fluids. That thought may have
repulsed me once, but at the moment I felt honoured and thrilled
-- Persephone was my love. And being in Connie again felt divine.

   Connie pulled her knees to her shoulders and gripped my back
with her heels and hands. I settled in for a bit before starting.

   Pers turned and hugged us, kissed me then started kissing my
neck, shoulders and back. Her weight and breasts against me felt
good as I moved.

   The bed rocked as the dog bounced up on it again. He panted.

   "Oh god," Connie said. "The ... four of ... us ... together,
my ... family! Oh ... harder!"

   Her smile and laugh wouldn't stop, she was clearly in heaven.
I fucked steadily, as hard as I could. Connie responded better
when I slammed her.

   Persephone's weight pressed and slid on me and wriggled, her
hand rubbed between my shoulder blades. I slowed. I felt her
weight descend on my lower back and ass, her breasts pressed onto
my back, her cock shoved between my ass cheeks. I opened my anus
as I had learned; she quickly pushed in and started fucking me in
a slow, steady manner, timing her thrusts to Connie's. I went
along for the wonderful ride, pressed in between these beautiful
warm lovely women.

   "Ooo yes," Connie said. "This is so good." She closed her eyes
and fucked harder, pushing us up. "Oh yes, I'm so turned on! I'm
cumming already." She twisted in orgasm, her muscles clenching my
cock. "Ahhhhh ... fucking ..."

   At the same time Connie came, I felt Persephone's cock jump,
swell and pump. Connie contracted on me, internal muscles gripped
my cock. She reached up, past me, patted Pers. Persephone pulled
out of me, rolled onto her back next to us.

   Then I felt velvet spread across my ass and back -- Persephone
must have lifted the bedspread. Her weight pressed and slid on me
again. Her hand rubbed between my shoulderblades and she
carefully licked my back. I slowed. Her cock quickly found the
mark again and slid into me. She started fucking me very fast.
For some reason she felt larger than normal and went in further.
I heard quick panting. I closed my eyes for a moment and let her
pound away. It was a very full feeling back there but also very
nice. I liked the speed and briefly wondered how she could go
that fast.

   Somehow Persephone didn't feel quite ... the same. It was very
good, but there was something wrong about it. The angle wasn't
right and ...

   "Ow!" Persephone's nails scratched my back but her hands
soothed immediately. Talk about getting carried away. "Pers ..."

   She was really shagging my ass, absolutely flat out. The feel
was terrific, I loved it. Her cock felt larger and longer than
normal, and ... different, bigger, maybe thicker as if she had
become harder. There was a slight bit of pain mixed with the
pleasure. I ignored it and resumed fucking while Pers pounded
very fast. Connie had a huge open-mouthed smile as she breathed,
wide eyed. She reached up, past me, patted Pers. Persephone laid
down next to me, kissed my neck, put a hand behind my head,
kissed Connie. She was still fucking me, though, and I felt
something wet on my back and ... hang on ...

   "Oh shit!" I screamed.

   I jumped up, threw the dog off my back. Persephone grabbed the
dog, held it, petted it, spoke softly to it. A huge, thick, red
erect dog penis glistened wet and pulsing.

   The fuckin' dog had nailed my ass! That had been in me! I sat
on the bed, hugged my knees. Worse: I had liked it!

   I breathed hard, "Oh shit ... he ... " I pointed.

   Connie stood on her knees, scooted over to the dog and stroked
him lovingly. "It's ok, Doug, he didn't mean it. He doesn't know
you yet." Doug licked her face with a very narrow and long
tongue, wagged and then licked his own erect cock. Connie twisted
around to face me, lifted my arms, leaned down between my legs,
reached for me, bent, quickly put her mouth and hand on my cock
and sucked. Even in my dazed state I could tell she desperately
wanted me to accept what had happened and was consoling me in the
best way she knew.

   Persephone stroked the dog, said, "It's ok, Mike. I'm sorry. I
thought you might like to try him. He's ... different but good."

   "Yeah," I said. "Fuckin' hell." I shook my head. The dog had
been in me, fucking me ... and it had felt good! Damn it, what
had happened to me? Had I become that perverted?

   Connie was doing her best with her mouth and hand to make me
feel good. I appreciated that care but I felt a bit yucky at how
I had responded to the situation.

   "Are you ok?"

   I nodded, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, patted
Connie's head. They had meant well, but, the dog? Shit. And I had
reacted bad again. I hated myself.

   "I'm sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have jumped like that."

   "It's ok, Mike," Persephone said. "I didn't think he'd do that
with you."

   Doug's cock was still fully exposed, much longer than
Persephone's, somewhat thicker, tapered at the front, very shiny,
wet, bright red. It flexed as he worked his stomach muscles and
panted. Doug looked up at her, licked her, sniffed her erect
cock, licked that. Didn't stop licking it.

   I said, "Looks like he needs to continue."

   This was absolutely the weirdest, freakiest thing I'd ever
been involved with. Part of me was revolted but another part was
fascinated, too.

   Pers reached down his flanks and very gently started stroking
his penis with thumb and fingertip while looking straight at me.
Doug's hips moved. Her other hand moved to the dog's ass and she
did something behind him. The dog stood and accepted it all.

   I shook my head again.

   "I'm ok," I said.

   Connie came up, took a breath, reached, grasped me behind the
neck, pulled, kissed me. I tried to kiss back. She released, held
my cock.

   "I ... damn it, it was such a shock. I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to react bad. I'm not grossed out." At which I was deeply
surprised.

   Connie said, "Do you want my lover to have you again? It is
marvellous when he cums."

   I shook my head once again. Her lover? "Not right at the
moment, sorry."

   "It's ok, Mike," Pers said, stroking the dog. "He can be
persistent. I'll take care of him. Can you and Connie resume?"

   "Ok," I said, moving next to Connie.

   She laid down and I climbed between her legs and slid back
into her. She was very tight now and I had to press hard to get
in again. Wrapping her legs around my back, heels dug into my
ass, she pulled me as close as possible, held me tightly, rubbing
her hand on my back soothingly. Connie pushed up with her hips,
urging me to renew fucking, which I did.

   I looked to the side: Persephone's head was beneath Doug and
she was sucking him! He held still for it, only panted. My
stomach flipped but I settled it quickly. She withdrew, licked
her lips and propped herself up on her hands and knees.

   "Fuck me, Doug," she spoke as if it was a command.

   Doug sniffed her ass, licked it a few times -- she lowered it
-- then he quickly mounted her. Straight in and he started
fucking fast. He panted in time to his thrusts but his tongue did
not hang out. His teeth looked a bit odd, not sharp as I'd expect
but duller.

   "I'll just ... keep him occupied," she said. Her body quivered
from his thrusts.

   The things Persephone chose to do continued to astound me. I
was confronted and yet I was also amazed, admiring and even
grateful at the same time. She had chosen me to share her special
life. She appeared to be clearly a lover to Connie -- or at least
that's how Connie saw it -- had been for a long time I gathered.
Connie also saw Doug the dog as if he was human and I imagined
she might even fuck him regularly, too, the way she acted.

   Beneath me, Connie closed her eyes, moaned, started fucking
back at me.

   The dog humped Pers like mad, the bed shook as if in an
earthquake, and I guess I tried to do the same to Connie and she
to me, maybe sympathetic rhythm. There was no way I could go as
fast as the dog. Pers looked at me the entire time, almost in
sympathy, until a feeling washed through and her eyes shut
momentarily, her teeth gritted.

   Connie started moaning with each breath, a slowly rising
crescendo. She was fucking me as hard and as fast as she could
rather than me doing her.

   Persephone mouthed silently, "I love you" to me. I mouthed the
same in return.

   Connie suddenly cried out, "Oh yes, oh fuck yes!" Her body
twisted, she tugged me, her hips ground back. "Ooooooooo ... oh
shit, I'm cumming, I'm really cumming so fuckin' hard!" She
twisted again, her inner muscles clamped, released, clamped me
painfully, vicelike, as she came over and over. I winced.
Widespread fingernails raked down my back, causing more pain. She
started laughing again.

   "Oh fuck!" I cried, and moved again but had not yet cum.

   Persephone smiled, then her eyes shut tight, her head twisted,
mouth opened, "Ohhhhhhhh..." increasingly loud as the dog
savagely fucked her.

   "How ... " -- a spasm suddenly ripped through my body -- "does
it feel, Pers?"

   "Unfucking ... believable," she breathed. "He's so ... fast
... and big ... oh fuck, another. I'm cumming like ... mad. Can't
... stop. And he is, too ..."

   He thrust hard, then suddenly held still, his haunches pressed
as firmly to her ass as he could. His back legs danced as if he
could not get into her far enough, then he resumed fucking.
Persephone coughed, and continued to shake for minutes from
repeated orgasms. Her cock was rock hard and spat with each of
her own pulses, which just continued one after the other as I had
seen before at the beach. They wouldn't stop.

   Connie, panting and grinning heavily, large breasts heaving,
said, "He's ... cumming ... in her. He's ... happy. He loves her,
too." Her hips renewed moving. I responded.

   Pers smiled at me. She had stopped cumming and was openly
sweating -- something I had not seen before. The dog started
fucking harder again.

   "Oh shit," Pers said. "Again. Oh fuckin' shit." Her fists
balled, brown hair hung down to the mattress. She bent her knees
more, lowering her ass as far as she could.

   Doug resumed hunching and thrusting.

   Connie pulled my head down, kissed me, looked at my eyes with
her big wet almost black ones, like pools of darkness come alive.

   "He really loves her," she said, "as I do and you do." She
kissed me again while I fucked her more slowly. "I love you,
too."

   I didn't stop moving but I was further stunned. Loved me? I
would definitely have to speak to Persephone about this later.
For now, though, Connie did feel marvellous and I was revelling
being with a woman as much as I was loving Persephone and sharing
what she was going through. Loving her? I realized it: oh yes, I
loved Persephone, I truly did, and because of that whatever she
needed she got and I loved her for it. I stopped moving and
kissed Connie. She clearly needed to be loved too. I'd do what I
could for her because it is what Persephone wanted.

   Pers gasped, "Oh fuck, not again, Doug. Ouch, damn it." Her
body shook as the dog stopped and pushed hard into her.

   Connie sighed and said, "His knot is in her." She had such a
big, never-ending smile. "He's cumming again."

   "Yeah," Pers breathed, "and he won't fuckin' stop for quite
awhile either. Damn it, Doug, I want to fuck Mike."

   I pulled up from Connie but kept myself lodged inside her,
reached back and managed to touch one of Persephone's breasts
then her hard dangling cock. By now I had learned that her penis,
ass and breasts were the main spots for touching -- in that way
Pers was more like men than most women I'd known who enjoyed a
more "all over" feel. Doug had slowed but not stopped fucking.

   "Oh, goddamn I'm tender," Pers said. "He's really stretched
me."

   Connie grabbed my upper arm, pulled.

   "Are you alright?" I asked Pers.

   "Yes," she said. "I'll be alright. He's never hurt like this.
Shit, he cums for a long time. I can feel him doing that." She
breathed. "I'll be ok, just have to wait. Fuck Connie, please.
I'll be fine."

   "Ok."

   "Connie," Pers said, "I love you. Love Mike please, he needs
to cum."

   Connie started kissing me again. Her tongue stabbed my lips,
teeth, my tongue, her hips moved. She pushed up at me with her
body. We rolled -- I almost fell off the bed -- until she was
laying on top. She fucked me, looking deep into my eyes, smiling
her wide smile. Her long thin hair fell around her lovely
freckled face onto mine. She held herself at just the right
height for her breasts to rub my chest. Her legs pressed tightly
against my hips.

   Connie panted like the dog while she fucked, and she soon
started making tiny noises. Her noises grew louder with each of
her increasingly forceful and faster thrusts -- I felt my own
sounds rise in tune. When her orgasm enhanced her soul, Connie
jammed down hard and wailed and laughed hugely.

   Her cunt wrenched me so hard that I cried out and came myself.
Waves of intense pleasure swept through my own body as bolt after
bolt erupted from my cock.

   "Oooh yes, my love, that is so great!" Connie kissed me again
in a more loving manner. "I love you," she giggled. "Thank you!"

   I nodded, puffing.

   "I love you, Connie," Persephone groaned, still being filled
by Doug. "I love you, Mike."

   "I love you, Persephone," I joined and decided to add, "and I
love you, too, Connie."

   She beamed. "And I love Doug!" I held her.

   We rolled apart and talked while Doug continued to pump into
Persephone. Every few minutes his haunches would move and Pers
would try to calm him.

   After twenty minutes, he awkwardly dismounted, and a large
amount of liquid soaked the bed. We all cuddled as best we could
on the dry parts for another half hour before we stripped the bed
and retired to the kitchen.

   Connie served steaming latte in big mugs.

   The three of us sat naked at her round glass table with Doug
next to Connie. She served him a bowl of something brown which he
wolfed down.

   We smalltalked.

   At one point, Connie said, "You're all my family!" she beamed
happily. "I love you all and I can be so free with you. It is
exhilarating!"

   Persephone moved her hand to my cock and rubbed it with a
fingertip. "We love you very much Connie. We're delighted to be
your family."

   "That's right," I said. "You're very nice Connie, and I loved
that we made love and I am honoured to be part of your family,
too."

   Connie reached, touched my hand.

   "May I ask a silly question?"

   "Oh, yes, dear one."

   "Connie, would it be too bold of me to ask how you and Doug
got started?"

   She reached, touched the top of my hand. "You are my love, you
can ask anything." Persephone, seated between us, placed her knee
next to Connie's and a hand on my inner thigh.

   "Thank you," I nodded.

   "Well, Persephone gave me Doug, as a present. And one day not
long after I was cleaning the kitchen floor, on my hands and
knees. I always do housework in the nude and didn't think
anything of Doug" -- she petted his head -- "who was scampering
about. Poor thing must have been horny. He just jumped up on my
back from behind and managed to get into me. He just couldn't
resist me nor I him."

   "Caught you by surprise?"

   She nodded and sipped her coffee. "He did. It was beautiful."

   Persephone grinned and nodded, winked at me.

   "We've loved each other even more ever since. Don't we
Dougie?" She looked at the dog, scratched behind his ears. He had
positioned himself between her legs, looking up at her face. I
wasn't sure how to describe him. To me he looked like a very big
shaggy, friendly mutt with salt and pepper fur but his hips were
too wide and his snout too long, legs a bit too long too, tail
cropped I guess. Funny looking, a dog but not a dog, some kind of
mongrel I figured.

   "So he became your lover?" I asked.

   "Oh, yes! We make love almost every day." She mock kissed him
through the air. His white furry tale thumped.

   I glanced at Persephone. She grinned at me, squinted, sipped.
She said, "Doug's been Connie's lover for, what, two years?"

   "That's right," said Connie.

   I said, "Must be interesting."

   "Oh yes, indeed. He's perfect! He's always there when I want
him, he can go for the longest time, and go again when I need
him. I have the most wonderful orgasms and he never tells anyone.
Not that'd he want to!" She laughed, rocked side to side, set her
cup down on the coaster.

   "You're all my family!" she beamed happily. "I love you all.
Isn't that right, Doug?"

   Doug's tail wagged. He licked her hand.

   "May I ask another silly question?"

   "Oh, yes, dear one."

   "What is love? I'm afraid I've never worked it out except for
the feelings."

   Pers looked sharply at me, twitched the edges of her lips,
squeezed my cock again.

   Connie answered, "Oh, that's easy. I want to make my loved
ones happy. Persephone is important to me, Doug is, you are now.
You're all important to me, you're my family and I would do
anything for you. I love you and I want to make you happy by
making love with you." She looked pleased with herself.

   I'd read a definition like that. It made sense in a broad way.
Love is when the happiness and wellbeing of the other is as
important as your own.

   Persephone relaxed her hold on me.

   "May I ask another question, Connie? Since we're family?"

   "Certainly, dear."

   "May I ask about your accident?"

   Persephone set her cup down, clink! Her shoulders slumped
slightly and she looked at me.

   "You are my love and family, of course you may."

   Persephone set her cup down, clink! Her shoulders slumped
slightly and she looked at me, head tipped. Her hand released my
cock but stayed next to it.

   Connie shifted, petted the dog again, crossed her legs. She
leaned back, still holding her cup.

   "I actually don't remember it. Persephone, darling, do you?"

   Pers laid a hand on Connie's arm. "Are you sure?"

   "Yes," said Connie. "I'm good with it now and you are my
family. My love can know."

   "Connie," I said, "I appreciate this. It will help me be a
better lover to you."

   Connie smiled that wide smile with teeth.

   Persephone leaned forward, released my cock, tapped her teeth
with a nail, gestured. "Connie was a slave and --"

   I nodded. " -- I suspected --"

   "-- something went wrong during a session. She blacked out,
scared the shit out of us. She's come through it pretty good but
she cannot leave this house now. That's one reason why I visit
her so often."

   I tucked that info away: Persephone feels responsible. Maybe
she was  involved?

   "My home," Connie said, "is the entire world. I don't need to
leave. I have Doug and my family right here to love me and make
love with me."

   "And your painting," said Pers.

   "And my paintings, yes dear. And novels. Michael, would you
like a portrait? Perhaps a nude or one of you and Persephone
engaged in love making? Or maybe our family, the four of us?"

   I smiled. "That would be nice, thank you Connie. Dearest."

   Connie beamed, her fingertips touched each other and she
wriggled.

   Doug made a sound. Nothing like a bark, it almost sounded as
if he said, "Rick". He stood now. Connie's legs parted. Doug
hopped up and pushed his nose right in her crotch, started
licking, tale wagging furiously. From behind he look suspiciously
like a female. There was an anus and another slot. But there was
a cock, although oddly I could not see any balls and a dog this
size should've had huge ones. Connie's eyelids fluttered, "Oh
yes..." She used her hands between her legs to hold herself open.

   I could see Doug's penis extend from his sheath. Jokingly I
thought, Almost as hungry as Persephone.

   "Isn't this lovely," Pers said. She squeezed my hand.

   Connie closed her eyes and moaned. She opened her legs wide.

   "Mike," she moaned, "would you like to have Doug? I'm sure he
would love you, too."

   I smiled. "That's ok, Connie, uh, love. You can have him for
now. Maybe later."

   Persephone leaned close and whispered, "Thank you. You're
doing well. I am in your debt." She squeezed my hand again.
Beneath the table I notice that she was erect again herself. "Can
I sit on you?" she said more loudly.

   "Are you sure? Not too sore?"

   "I don't care."

   Pers scraped the chair back, shifted herself onto my lap,
wriggled her ass. She reached behind, found my cock, began
rubbing the head. I soon responded.

   Connie left the room briefly -- Doug ran after her -- and
returned with a thick pillow. She laid down on the cold floor,
placed the pillow beneath her ass, opened her legs wide. "Fuck
me, Doug," she said quietly. She planted her feet, raised her
hips and Doug climbed on board, mounting her in one movement,
then prancing with his back feet to stabilize. His hips blurred
quickly and his panting became loud as his large balls slapped
her. Connie's hips dropped and she fucked back while holding
Doug's body. "Aaaaaaaa ... " she droned with a constant sound as
he hammered at her.

   Pers guided me into her. She sat back. I felt stuffed way up
inside her. I looked around her body to watch Connie. Pers moved
slightly, rocking forward and backward on me, and at the same
time using her hand on herself. I reached around, placed my hand
on her's and together we masturbated while she fucked me.

   Connie's constant noise became louder, almost a vibrating
scream. Doug made soft growling noises.

   "Oh yes, oh my love, oh Doug! That's it, I'm cumming, I'm
cumming so hard for you. That's it ... oh yes ... shoot it into
me ... love me ... oh ... I feel it, I feel your love flood me
..."

   Her legs came together and held Doug as her body wrenched in
pleasure and she joyfully laughed. Her eyes popped open and she
relaxed. Doug fucked furiously. From my position I couldn't see
his penis but I guessed he had managed to get his knot into her
and was busy with a long-term ejaculation while continuing to
fuck. I thought dogs stopped once they began to cum, but Doug
seemed different. And he did really seem to enjoy what he was
doing.

   "Are they tied?" I asked.

   Persephone said, "No. Doug can't do that. Connie can get him
out easily but she likes pretending to be tied sometimes."

   "I thought dogs hopped off and turned butt to butt?"

   "They do but she's but Doug doesn't do that. He stays on her
until they've finished." Pers shivered. "Oh, yes, that's nice,
too, your hand."

   "How's your ass, by the way? Any pain?"

   "A little, but it's ok. I'm enjoying having you inside me. It
means a lot, thanks. I don't think I'll cum, though, I don't feel
it. But it's nice. How are you doing?"

   "I'm fine. I don't think I'll cum either. I agree, this is
nice, though."

   Persephone continued to gently fuck me for the next ten
minutes while Doug released himself, after which we retired back
to the bedroom and spent the night together. I had admit, it felt
nice with both Persephone and Connie on either side of me.

   We awoke in the middle of the night, Pers hard, Connie and
Doug horny again. After Pers and Connie fucked and came,
Persephone persuaded me to allowed Doug to fuck me, doggie style
of course. Pers and Connie were right there with me. That helped.
It was a strange experience that I almost balked at. But I had
promised Persephone I'd be good from now on, so I tried it. And,
I have to admit, it wasn't tht bad, not what I expected.

   Persephone's special friends were indeed amazing, as was her
big heart and soul. I just loved and appreciated her even more.


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   Sixteen: All in the Family
   =============================

   Saturday before Christmas, Persephone invited me to meet
someone special, "part of the real family" she said, an "Aunt
Julie."

   As the weather had become hot so UV protection and air con
were required, she drove her car with the top up. Pers had
coloured her hair bright red again and the extra recent length
down her neck was lovely and, honestly, hot. She wore a bright
red dress with a billowing pleated ankle-length skirt topped by a
low V-cut halter tied behind her neck. A red curly pseudotat
adorned her right bicep and matched her thick red eye shadow. A
gold snake bracelet wrapped itself around her other upper left
arm.

   After all this time it finally struck me that I had only seen
her wear skirts or dresses.

   We drove for an hour and a half south to the small rural town
of Three Wells. Her house was polar white with a red roof, set
behind a wide lawn. A fountain rock garden burbled. Small
multi-coloured flowers and some weeds sprinkled between grey
mossrocks. A raggedy reddish shrub separated the neighbour's
yards.

   Aunt Julie greeted us at the red front door, barefoot, wearing
only a short white towel. Her long curly hair was mostly grey or
white but streaked with blonde, all natural colour and not died,
and she wore no makeup. She had a long V-shaped face with a nice
smile, a prominent nose and narrow jaw. Her skin was slightly
lighter than my own but had many age spots and wrinkles. For some
reason I had expected her to be tall like Persephone, but she was
shorter than Mistress J, not much more than 150cm I guessed. A
gracious aura exuded from her. Persephone had told me she was
sixty-seven years old.

   "Welcome," she said offering me her hand. "And this is
Michel?" On tiptoes, she lightly kissed my cheek.

   The door clicked closed and Persephone kissed and hugged Aunt
Julie ... passionately, like old lovers.

   "AJ, he's the love of my life," Pers said, holding her by the
waist.

   "Good, good," Aunt Julie said, affectionately squeezing
Persephone's right breast. She unwrapped her towel, folded it
neatly and set it on a chair in the tiled entrance area.
"Michael," she said, "I hope nudity does not offend you. It is
how we dress in this house. Or I should say 'undress'." She
smiled.

   "Certainly," I said. "That's fine." Persephone and I removed
our clothes and folded them. Shoes were stacked in a little wire
tray.

   "Come, come," she motioned.

   I noticed that Aunt Julie -- or 'AJ' -- had blonde and grey
leg, pubic and underarm hair. A very natural woman. She was trim,
her small breasts pointed down. There was an interesting sexy
aura about her.

   We sat on chairs padded with velvet so our skin didn't stick.
The small mock-wooden table was barely large enough for the three
of us. The vinyl flooring had a spongy feel, nice on the bare
feet.

   "What would you like, Mic? I have some vodka or jack. A
floater perhaps? Or a dropper?"

   "That's ok, I never have them myself. Just a juice or soft
drink would be fine. And it's 'Mike'."

   She smiled. "Just a jiffy. And you can call me Julie or AJ."
She toddled off to the kitchen.

   Pers said, "She's not my real aunt, that's just what I call
her. We're not related at all." She took my hand.

   I nodded. The meals room was decorated with tapestries
depicting oriental people in various sex positions and many
potted green, leafy plants.

   Julie returned with a tray of drinks, nuts and cheese.

   Persephone sipped her juice. Julie palmed a floater tab before
taking a gulp of what I think might have been straight vodka on
ice. Pers squeezed my hand, released, stood, went to Julie and
kissed her, this time with sliding tongue. While they were
kissing, Julie's hand slid down Pers' body until it was resting
on her cock.

   "I hope you have been doing good with this," she said.

   "Oh I have, you know I do."

   "Has she, Mike?"

   I laughed. "Oh, yes, and not just me."

   "Excellent."

   Pers resumed her seat. Julie reached, rubbed my leg, reached
further and held my cock. I jumped slightly. With her other hand
she reached for Persephone's cock. Pers uncrossed her legs,
opened them, reached over herself and placed her hand between
Julie's legs.

   "Mike, please join us in the bonding."

   Oh, ok. I gulped, placed a hand over Persephone's between
Julie's legs, leaned forward and also grasped Persephone's cock
and Julie's hand. Julie and Persephone closed their eyes and
froze for maybe fifteen seconds before withdrawing and leaning
back.

   At the kitchen window, two cats soaked up warmth.

   "I've told Mike some things about my childhood," Pers said.

   "That's good, dear. Best to be honest and completely open,
wouldn't you agree, Mike?"

   "Um, oh yes," I said. "Easier to make informed decisions that
way."

   Persephone crossed her legs. I placed my hand on the top one.

   "I am pleased. Well, my dear, how did you two meet? At the
club?"

   "Through a friend of mine actually. Mike was her guest slave.
And we just, well, hit it off."

   Aunt Julie chuckled. "Slave, huh? I can easily imagine that!
And you were fine with this, Mike? Being her slave?"

   "Well, it was something I tried. I'm not exactly her slave but
I am devoted to this fine goddess."

   Julie laughed, touched Persephone's hand. "He is a charmer,
isn't he!"

   Pers grinned.

   I nodded. "Oh yes. Pers and I've worked things out since
then."

   "Well, my dear, I'm glad for you. I'm sure Lahm is as well."

   Persephone smiled.

   I nodded again. Lahm? Who was that?

   "Mike, Persephone here is very special. I hope you appreciate
and understand that."

   "Yes, I do. We've done a lot of talking."

   "Good." They exchanged looks which I did not understand. "I
apologize in advance for being somewhat protective of her. I've
known her since she was born and we have a special relationship.
She is a unique individual, precious to the world."

   Aunt Julie touched my left hand. I tipped my head, listening.

   "Well, Mike, her mother, Alice, and I have been close friends
and lovers since before Persephone was born. My word, that was
over forty years ago. We met at university." Julie chuckled.

   "I've heard of her mother," I said. "Persephone showed the
monkies to me at the zoo and we, uh, watched them."

   "Ah, good," Aunt Julie chuckled.

   I said, "Didn't she get into trouble?"

   "She did, and the idiots caused her a great deal of trauma.
Accused her of being a paedophile and sex addict among other
things. Got her fired from the foundation and she lost her grant
over it."

   "Didn't she disappear?"

   Julie glanced at Persephone -- they exchanged some type of
knowing look. "Indeed, yes, she did."

   I said, "I can't recall the details." I reached over and took
Persephone's hand. She nodded back, indicating everything was
fine. I had only occurred to me that she had lost her mother.

   Aunt Julie chuckled. "Alice is, uh, was an expert in bonobo
monkeys, their language and culture. They are very intelligent
and genetically almost identical to humans. Humans and the
bonobos have a common ancestor and Alice believed the original
prehistoric humans were more like the bonobos' in sex and
cultural. She felt we had lost something important by denying
that in ourselves. Sex should be more out in the open, no closed
doors, an important part of social interaction."

   I rubbed my chin. "I have to say it does sound very
idealistic. I looked things up and found that some research
established that human males react more like chimpanzees than
bonobos to stress and confrontations. Something to do with
different testosterone and cortisol concentrations. I can see so
many ways that kind of society would have failed, with jealousy
and other things. People would have abused it."

   Again they exchanged looks.

   "And," I contineud, "with sex so public, what about children?"

   "She believed that children should see sex openly and not have
it hidden. They would participate when they're ready."

   "Wasn't there a religious cult called that believed that?"

   Aunt Julie pointed a knuckled finger at me. "It was nothing
like that! Not a religion." She straightened back up. "They
advocated child sex, we ... didn't."

   "Well, Pers told me she did see her parents have sex and they
were swingers and nudists. She didn't say they had sex with the
children, except..."

   Alice relaxed. "It was an ideal Alice had, and while she is
very liberated she is also practical. Pers?"

   Persephone said, "Yes, it did happen a few times. I thought
you knew. I remember telling you about Dad."

   I leaned forward, folded my hands.

   Julie said, "I've forgotten, sorry. I remember now. Your
drunken masturbation contest with Alan. That was funny." She
touched me again. "Alan was a good man but he did have a few
hangups. I know Persephone here was desperate to sleep with him."

   Persephone shook her head, set her cup down. "Well, I did have
sex with him a few times and Susie a couple of times but that was
it. Mother and I talked about it but it never got any further
back then."

   Aunt Julie touched Persephone's arm lovingly and said, "Alan
was a very kind, sensitive man -- rest his soul."

   I looked at Pers. She had never mentioned her father was dead.

   "This is very interesting," I said. "Pers, did you grow up in
Africa?"

   She put her hands flat on the table. "No. I visited a few
times when Mother was there."

   "So your father raised, you?" I asked.

   "I guess, I don't know. Mother was home quite a bit, actually,
when I was younger. I was not neglected, Mike. It was a very
loving family."

   Julie said, "And there was that time you came home, too." Her
face wrinkled in amusement. "She was so upset, Mike, so hurt! I
'helped her' many times since, haven't I?"

   I looked between them.

   Pers grinned then said, "Yes you have."

   She leaned over and they kissed.

   I looked at Pers, she looked at me, dimpled, raised her
eyebrows and relaxed. "She's brilliant, isn't she?"

   Aunt Julie smiled. "You should see her mother!"

   Julie crossed her legs, drank more.

   It struck me as curious that Julie kept mentioning
Persephone's mother as if she was still alive.

   Pers grinned and said, "We have a rule: neither of us is
allowed to say no to sex with each other."

   Julie laughed. "That's good! I like that. Love and sex are not
just a gift, they are a basic right." She reached over and
fondled Persephone's responding cock.

   I was realizing just how unusual Persephone's family and
upbringing must have been. Aunt Julie sounded like a zealot. I
was not going to argue, however, as I was a guest and we were
naked. I felt rather exposed.

   "Well," Julie stretched and yawned, "I think that floater has
taken affect. I'm feeling right up there now and all turned on!"
Indeed, her nipples were at attention even without stimulation.
"Persephone, would you like to play?"

   Pers straightened up, crossed her ankles. She looked back at
me. "Oh, yes, please."

   I blew her a silent kiss. She smiled and nodded back, touched
my arm as she stood.

   "Mike, join us?"

   Just like that, so matter of factly. It bowled me over.

   They rose from the table, entered the lounge and started
kissing and caressing. Persephone's hand slipped down, she
fingered Aunt Julie's vagina while they stood.

   "Oh, that's nice," whispered Julie.

   The lounge was floored by a purple shag carpet so thick I sunk
into it with every step. There was a soft boomerang-shaped couch
long enough for two couples to share easily. One wall was devoted
entirely to a wallscreen and a bookcase was filled with what
looked like university texts on anthropology, sociology and the
environment as well as some fantasy novels. I spotted Alice
Hollaway's book: Way of the Bonobo: How to Transform Society by
Sex and Cooperation.

   They dropped to the carpet. Aunt Julie immediately went down
on Persephone, making noises as she sucked. I kneeled at Pers'
head, bent, kissed her. Her arms surrounded my neck.

   "Thank you," she whispered.

   When I raised, Persephone rolled onto her back and Julie
motioned me over. I put a leg over Pers' head, kneeled and leaned
down. Julie offered me Persephone's cock, which I lovingly
embraced and engulfed in a 69 position. Julie and I worked on
Pers at the same time. Pers parted my ass and wonderfully flicked
her tongue on my rim.

   My own cock responded quickly.

   Julie was an accomplished fellatilist. She and I both used our
tongues, teeth and lips on Pers as we also looked at each other.
Julie worked her way down to Persephone's ass and licked her anal
rim. Pers' body jerked -- she moved her head and swallowed my
cock. I sucked hard, Pers jerked again. After a minute, Julie
came up for air.

   "Whew, that's so nice, isn't it Mike?"

   "Yeah," I said, licking Persephone's glans lightly. She had
become very hard and purple, the top smooth, ready. "I have to
admit, since I've met her, that I have developed quite a taste
for her cock. I love to make her hard."

   "It is nice, isn't it?"

   "Aunt Julie," Persephone breathed, releasing me from her lips,
"why don't we do this to Mike, too?"

   "Excellent, my dear. A penis is so lovely."

   "And useful!" Persephone joked. "Just like a cunt."

   We all laughed and switched positions: I laid on my back,
fingers crossed on my stomach. Having Pers and Julie work on my
cock, legs and ass together was like a dream come true. Unlike
Connie, who mostly enjoyed missionary style fucking, Julie seemed
more at home giving oral. Somehow, though, I felt odd. A bit of
me thought I shouldn't be doing this with Persephone's aunt. But
then she wasn't really her aunt.

   On her knees, Pers scooted behind Julie and positioned
herself. I smiled, got over my stupidity, nodded encouragement.
"Go girl!" I said. Julie sucked hard on me -- "Woa!" -- and
inserted a finger into my ass. I clenched then opened myself,
allowing her entrance. Julie hit the right spot almost
immediately as she fingerfucked me. I tightened and gasped. Julie
laughed wickedly as she rubbed.

   Behind Julie, Persephone used her hand to do something then
held Julie's ass. It looked as if she pushed and slid in.

   Julie said, "Unnnnng."

   A spasm hit me. "Oh, fuck!"

   Persephone looked positively beautiful from behind Julie's
smaller body.

   Julie sent sparks through my body and reduced me to a
writhing, gasping mess. My hands slapped the floor with each
little orgasm. I shouted, grunted, carried on like a silly pork
chop. She was an expert at hitting that bloody spot and from her
giggles she clearly enjoyed doing so.

   After a few minutes Julie said, "Ah, Persephone, that is so
delightful. I love your penis in me." she lifted her head, closed
her eyes, held my cock's stem with thumb and two fingers. "Ah,
yessss ..." She suddenly issued several gasps in time to Pers'
thrusts. Her eyes opened, she smiled at me.

   "Persephone, dear, thank you, that was wonderful. I'd like to
fuck Mike now, if you don't mind."

   Pers pulled back and sat on her legs, cock wobbling hard
straight out.

   Julie crawled forward until she was on top of me. Leaning down
and kissing me, she positioned herself, found my crown and
pressed down. I slipped in while she sat up, legs wide, fingers
splayed on my chest beneath straight arms. Her breasts hung down,
erect nipples pointed down. She started grinding on me. I felt
her nipples, gently rubbed them. She sighed.

   I still felt odd. Aunt Julie was a type of kin to Persephone
and over twenty five years older than myself.

   Pers laid down next to me, pulled my head over. I rubber hard
nipple and she kissed me while Julie was fucking me.

   Within a few minutes Julie came quickly once more. She then
asked, "Persephone, can you fuck me from behind again please?"
She held herself up with her arms and lifted her hips. I slipped
out. Pers inserted again. Julie leaned down and kissed me, this
time not stopping while Persephone fucked her.

   "Oh, shit," Pers soon breathed. "Oh, no, I'm ... gunna ... cum
... Yeeee, ah! Unnn ... Unnn ... Unnnn ..."

   Persephone pushed hard and held herself while she pumped into
Julie. When she was finished, they immediately resumed fucking.

   "That's her greatest gift, Mike," Julie said, smiling. "All
those blessed ... oof! ... orgasms. And her giving attitude.
She's made many a man and woman very happy, and she'll be
absolutely ... oh! ... terrific with you."

   "You taught me well," Pers said.

   She moved into a fast paced fuck and a minute later, with a
sudden yell, she came again. She continued to fuck but shortly
pulled out and fell back on the carpet, arms wide.

   Aunt Julie laid down next to her and I scrambled to the other
side.

   Pers breathed hard. "That was strange," she said. "It just hit
me, wham! and I couldn't do it any more." She still smiled.
"Whew!"

   Julie said, "Mike hasn't cum yet, have you?"

   "Uh, no. But I'm ok."

   "Oh posh, no you are not. You have to cum, eject all that
energy. Persephone are you up to receiving Mike?"

   Pers opened her legs wide. I climbed on board, rooted myself
and proceeded to fuck. Aunt Julie assisted by rubbing
Persephone's breasts and alternating kissing both of us. I felt
Persephone's cock and balls press on my lower stomach. She smiled
and laughed.

   It was only a minutes before I fell exhausted on Pers, utterly
spent from a lighting orgasm. I have to admit that I hated that,
cumming way too fast. I rolled off and we looked at each other.

   Persephone started laughing. It was contagious, I started too.
We laughed and poked at each other. Julie joined us.

   "Mike," Pers said. "You're my partner. I cannot imagine life
without you. You have added a dimension to me that I was not even
aware was missing. It is like I'm more complete. Connie is right
about love. I just had to show you my family."

   "Thank you. And I love you, too, and mean it. I've more than
enjoyed these days together and not having you in bed with me at
night is empty."

   We kissed.

   Aunt Julie looked down on us, saying, "And that's what it is
all about. Please take good care of her, Mike, she is very
special in more ways than you realize."


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   Seventeen: Back to the Club
   =============================

   We spent the next five days and nights together except for
work and visiting others in our lives. Persephone was gone one
day but we were togther the next. That week was another
whirlwind, a wonderful intoxicating romantic lust-filled dream
come true. And I mean with plenty of cum! It was as if we
couldn't get enough of each other. I had only ever dreamed of
anything like this before. We shopped, made love, went for a
drive, had sex, talked a lot, caressed, slept together at each
other's homes, played with each other's cocks a great deal, had
an awful lot of oral sex, probably more total than in my entire
life.

   As a special present, I gave her a light aircraft flight. And,
of course, we joined the mile-high club much to the amusement of
the pilot. She even blew him so he could join, too.

   Her voracious sexual appetite would hit anywhere, at any time.
We would be at the mall and she had to find a nook and suck me,
or we might be privately watching a TV show and she would ask to
be sucked or just do herself on the spot. She freely masturbated
at the drop of a hat several times a day. Persephone needed this
spontaneousness, it was essential to a successful relationship
with her and to her feeling alive. She was indeed voracious and
intense. She needed me to accept it. I was glad to give it.

   Once, the nympho consumed her and she fucked me continually
for two hours solid, cumming repeatedly and laughing the entire
time. It was part of a five hour marathon session. I did end up
sore that time although there was no way I wanted to stop.

   WindSong visited me twice. Exciting.

   We spent Christmas day apart, me with my son and Pers visiting
her friends Tish and J. My present to her was an autographed
edition of an old Jack McDevitt novel The Engines of God which I
managed to snag on eBay. She gave me a man's ring with diamonds
encircling. We gave each other to each other. Christmas night, we
spent with Connie -- "her family" as she put it. It was special
and I found that Connie had begun to occupy a nook in my heart,
too. Persephone insisted she was polyamorous and this would work.

   After Christmas, I introduced Pers to my son, Bradley. Brad
took to her instantly. We played cricket in the park and ran and
splashed along the beach, at which Pers wore a red bikini. I
could tell from his expression that Brad was in awe of this tall
now-ravenblack-haired stunning amazon. We showed him the
planetarium and I think Brad discovered a new hobby. The little
bugger kept staring at her ass too much, too.

   By now, some of her things were at my place and some of mine
at her's. We had begun living in each others' homes, and that day
Pers had broached the subject of us actually living together. It
sounded like a possible idea and I asked how. She said she didn't
know yet but it was on her mind.

   "I have found my soul mate in you," she said.

   I felt incredibly honoured. My soul mate? She was my dream
goddess. Not only was she my sexual-dream-cum-true but she was
also intelligent and beautiful and witty. She solved problems
with love and respect, not anger. She believed us puny humans
could rise above ourselves and be happier and better, and she
went on at length about colonizing other planets. I felt more
comfortable and trusting of my emotions and private fantasies
with Persephone than anyone else ever. My love for her filled my
heart, was the reason to live. I would do anything for my love.
My apprehensions about women and relationships were finally gone.

   New Year's eve became a special day. It was the day Persephone
and I decided she would move into my larger house some time
during the next month. We were elated.

   I spent the day with Bradley. Persephone had to work that
night at the Club. She was going to do her big New Year's Eve
show, whatever that was.

   I arrived around ten. The place was packed and noisy. I found
Leeanne with a gothic red-headed girl. Lee gave me a huge kiss
and hug, asked if I'd like to go to a back room and celebrate
with her and her friend. Tempted as I was, I declined. She
mockpouted.

   Even Jenny, my receptionist, was there, with a friend, a tall,
skinny young girl. They danced together most of the time and I
caught them kissing.

   Pers at the bar was dressed to kill: black leather mistress
minidress unzipped to expose most of her breasts, knee-high black
gothic boots laced up to there, black hair, nails, lip colour,
eye shadow and even a grey pseudotat on her arm of two naked
women entwined. Stunning and evil.

   The same irritating guy with a beard that I had seen hassle
Persephone last time came up to the bar, accompanied by two large
mates.

   "Hey, sweetheart! Give us a beer and a blowjob, hun." By his
slur I suspected he had already consumed a large quantity of
alcohol.

   Pers set a beer on the counter. He leaned over it, grabbed at
her. "Blowjob, ya freak! Fur me 'n my frens here!"

   She shook her head. "No, mate."

   "Ya give them to everyone else ..." His arm flung, he tightly
grabbed Persephone's arm, squeezed, pulled. With a wide arc, she
slapped him hard across the side of his shoulder. He fell back
onto his mates. They surged forward. I jumped up, confronted him.
Ian and Pers ran around the bar. Xana went for the wallphone.

   "Skip!" Ian yelled.

   The three stood firm, fists ready. Two large bouncers
surrounded the men. One unholstered a tanglegun, powered it up. I
would not want to take on those men even in a well lit alley.

   Ian pointed, "Get them outta here."

   "Come on," a bouncer said.

   The bearded guy yelled, lunged. Pers drove a fist into his
gut. He doubled over, groaning. The other two lunged but the
bouncers grabbed them and held. One bouncer aimed his tanglegun
at his captive's feet but did not fire.

   Ian yelled, "Get these scumfuckers out of here!"

   As they left, the bearded guy yelled back, "Just you wait
freak! I'll get ya! You're dead meat, you are!"

   My stomach was somewhere near my throat.

   "Are you all right?" Pers asked me, touching my arm.

   I nodded. "Think so."

   "Thanks for helping," she said then went back behind the bar.

   The rest of the night was calm. I danced a bit with a group of
lesbians on the crowded floor then with Leeanne. Later, Lee went
down on me while we sat at a table. I didn't cum but it was nice
and I thanked her. She then found a female friend and went to a
back room.

   Persephone was busy most of the night. She unzipped her dress
way down so her boobs would peek out often but she did not strip
off as I'd seen her do before. She did disappear into the back
room a few times, though, and I spotted her with a man once. I
forced myself not to be jealous, I knew she would be there for me
later. Jealousy was real, could not be avoided but could be
managed. I had to teach myself to be happy at her happiness with
others. As she said: I had a lot of unlearning to do.

   At 2.30 a.m. there was the stage show. I stood near the back
of the crowd.

   Persephone came up behind me, hugged me. I looked at her,
grinned. She was now naked exept for the boots. She grinned
widely, eyes sparkled.

   An announcer enthused, "And now, all you good gay girls and
guys out there!" Crappy techno-hoprock music swelled. "And you
odd straight men and women who dare to venture into our uniquely
non-square backpast world... We have a special event this fine
New Year's Eve! You all know him. He's revered and respected
world wide!" A spotlight blinded for a moment, circled a point at
the centre of the stage. "Here he is, the one, the only ...
exclusive to the M&M Club ... our own special Master X!"

   Loud music. Lights, lasers, holos flashed. I stood on my toes
for a moment, reached back to hold Pers for balance.

   A tall, muscular bald asian man strode out from stage left,
stopping under the spotlight. Heavy black boots thumped the
stage. He wore a red corset with gold trim and a gold snake
armband wrapped around his left bicep. His chest glistened in the
bright stage light. Pleated leather kilt swished as he stepped.
His square face sported a grim expression.

   He whipped a short crop, snapped it on his left palm, scanned
the crowd with narrowed eyes.

   With a deep voice he intoned, "Well, how are you all doing
tonight?"

   The crowd yelled and cheered.

   Behind me, Persephone pushed, reached around, grasped my cock
through my jeans, squeezed it rhythmically while pushing onto me
with fucking motions from behind. We stepped in reverse so we
were at the back of the crowd.

   "Tonight," X said, raising his chin, scanning the crowd. "who
is going to be so lucky as to do my bidding?" He had the most
amazingly deep voice similar to George Taki's.

   Arms shot up, voices yelled out. "Me! I'm here! I can! Pick
me! I'll suck your balls! I'm here!"

   X snapped his crop. The crowd stopped.

   Persephone unzipped me, her hand slipped into my pants, found
my hard cock.

   "Hey, boys..."

   Loud cheers.

   "Hey, girls..."

   Louder cheers from the women.

   "Hey, tg's... "

   Couple of hoots then silence. People looked about and
snickered.

   I pushed back onto Pers. She stroked my cock. With her other
hand she unbuckled my belt, parted my pants, pushed them down
just enough to expose my ass. Her cock probed me.

   "Here?" I said back at her.

   "Here! Now!"

   "Well, hooray! I hope I'm not the only one here tonight." As X
stepped, the spotlight followed. "Probably not, but that's ok."
He placed his legs straight, hands on hips, scanned the audience.
"Tonight, I'm looking for someone special. Someone who will do my
bidding and maybe, if he or she is lucky, maybe they'll be
rewarded in a very special manner."

   Lights flashed, the crowd cheered again. Someone nearby
shouted, "I'm right fuckin' here!"

   He held up his palms and the crowd went dead silent almost
instantly.

   Persephone pushed her cock between my ass cheeks. "Let me in,"
she whispered.

   X turned his head, scanned. With a stern look, he pointed the
crop. "You! Come up here."

   A short dark-skinned guy in a white t-shirt and jeans tripped
onto the stage.

   "Name!"

   He stammered, "Tarac."

   "Well, Tarac," X pointed his crop down, "lick my feet."

   Nervously, he glanced at the crowd, grinned hugely, bent onto
knees and hands, leaned and gave the top of one of X's left foot
one big lick.

   Tipping my head back I said, "What's got you so hot?"

   "I blew a guy. I need to cum. I need you." She pushed her cock
hard, trying to get through my sphincter. I pressed back,
relaxed, and she slowly filled me. This time, she felt enormous
and it hurt. I reached behind, pulled her further into me and
breathed, trying to relax, make the pain go away.

   Make it work, Mike. You can do it. You love this woman. This
is important to her.

   Through the heads of the crowd, I saw X's crop lightly tap the
man on the back. He flinched.

   "You can do better than that. I said lick! Do it!"

   He licked more.

   "The other foot, too,"

   He scrambled around to the other side. There was a small drum
roll and he licked.

   Cymbals clashed. X touched him with the crop.

   Pers rubbed the top of my penis. I groaned. She laughed behind
me, wrapped a strong arm around my chest and held.

   X shouted, "Not good enough. Go!"

   The man scampered off the stage.

   "Ok, now. Anyone else? Um ... yes, you, there. Yes, you. Come
up."

   A young blonde grinning lad, all freckles, was thrust up to
the stage by his cheering buddies.

   "You try," X ordered, flicking his shoulder. The boy bowed --
cheers and cat calls -- kneeled down and with obvious flourished
kissed both of X's feet and then started up a leg. He allowed him
to drop to his knee before placing a hand on top of the boy's
head.

   "Enough. Not quite what I'm looking for either. You do not get
to go any further!"

   The boy mocked sooked and jumped off the stage. The audience
pressed forward with further calls.

   I twisted my head back. "Do you ever do this? On stage?"

   "Not for years," Pers said and fucked a few times, pushing my
hips forward and back but not sliding within me. "But that's what
I used to do."

   X strutted around the stage. "Ok, now, let's see ... you, come
up here!" He pointed his crop at an older man. His male partner
punched him in the shoulder and he walked around the crowd to the
side of the stage. As he stepped up a green laser stage light
sparkled down his body. He stood next to X, dressed in a suit
jacket and wearing silver-rimmed glasses.

   Pointing, "You, sir, may kiss my knee, right there."

   Persephone said, "Relax, Mike. Let me fuck you."

   The man knelt on one knee and gently kissed X's knee then
looked up, waited.

   "Very good." X looked at the crowd. "I like this one. Possible
slave material."

   He pointed at the other knee and the man kissed that.

   "Excellent. Alright, you may work your way up to your prize."

   Grinning, the man kissed his way slowly up X's leg, his inner
thigh -- I saw his other hand rub the other leg's thigh -- kissed
right up beneath the kilt, presumably to X's cock. X parted the
kilt, exposed his erect cock.

   My heart thumped. Down boy! Pers squeezed me hard and started
to fuck, trying to slide in and out.

   "Good. Do you think you can suck me properly?"

   The man tipped his head, bunched his lips then said, "Yes,
master."

   "You have permission to try."

   His mouth engulfed X's fat cock, head bobbed, cheeks dimpled.

   Pers fucked, loosening me up.

   X nodded. "Yes, I do believe this one has some limited
talent." He swivelled his hips slightly, then moved in a slight
fucking motion. The man continued to suck until X placed a hand
on his head and lightly slapped him on the shoulder with the
crop.

   "Thank you. But, unfortunately," -- shaking his head -- "not
yet quite right. I don't feel it. You need more practice.
Dismissed!"

   With frown the man left the stage.

   X's cock was now partly hard.

   Persephone managed to fuck me slowly while gripping my cock. I
turned my head, said, "Do you know him?"

   "Yes."

   "Played with him?"

   "Once."

   "Any good?"

   "Na."

   I nodded. Pers gripped my cock and fucked hard for a moment.

   X continued, "Surely, there is someone who is just right for
me! Hmmmm, let me see." She scanned the crowd, shaded her eyes
with her hand. "Oh, maybe, yes, you. Here. Maybe you'll do better
than the boys."

   A short, thick-set silver-haired woman eagerly hopped onto the
stage. She wore an off-the-shoulder brown top with left breast
exposed, a gold skinny and white plastic boots. Exotic pseudotats
of flowers covered her face, shoulder and breast. It appeared as
if real tattoos covered her legs.

   "Yes, Master."

   X pointed.

   Persephone slowed.

   The girl bent down, then knelt on one knee. Placing her hand
at the base of X's cock, she lightly kissed the tip then the cock
disappeared into the woman's mouth. The woman stared up the whole
time. He smiled approvingly. The crowd's noise dimmed to a
murmur.

   X unsnapped the corset, removed it, tossed it into the
grabbing, noisy audience. He scanned the audience while the girl
noisely sucked.

   The crowd suddenly went crazy again and Persephone took
advantage to me fuck harder, faster. In my imagination, we were
spotted but instead of being stopped, we were cheered on. I heard
her pant in my ear.

   Someone screamed, "Fuck her, X!" and a chant started: "Fuck
her... Fuck her... Fuck her... Fuck her.." It seemed as if the
entire audience chanted it loudly.

   The girl looked up. X nodded, touched the girl's head with the
crop. The girl lowered herself to her hands and knees. X knelt
behind, pulled the skinny to the side and inserted himself. The
girl's eyes looked glazed, sweat beaded her forehead.

   The crowd cheered and hollered.

   Persephone fucked.

   "Fuck her... Fuck her..."

   Persephone fucked in time to the chanting.

   X pulled back, raised an arm, pointed upward toward the crowd,
held statue still, waited. The bright white light made him seem
ethereal, almost ghostly. The crowd cheered then suddenly went
eerily quiet. The music stopped. The lights, formerly dancing,
now held precisely still.

   "Behave yourselves!" X warned.

   The girl said, "Thank you, Master. I am in your debt."

   As X began stroking, Persephone pushed hard and my stomach
lurched. I breathed, tried to relax. You can do it, you can do
it, come on, she's fucked you a lot before and it's been fine.
Relax, idiot, don't wreck this. It doesn't matter there's a lot
of people about. She wouldn't do this if it wasn't ok. She loves
you, you love her. This is her fantasy, her reason for being with
me. It is what I can give her.

   The crowd clapped and cheered again as X fucked the girl. The
girl grinned and started making porn-star moaning noises. X road
her, both hands in the air.

   Persephone pulled almost out, paused, then pushed roughly back
in. She repeated that before fucking me vigorously again. It
hurt.

   I clenched my teeth but she couldn't see it.

   The crowd was now clapping in time to X's thrusts, and
Persephone had also timed her own in the same manner.

   The pain in me finally changed to numb and all I felt now was
my body being hit by her's. She had released my cock and now held
my hips. Persephone thrust in, out, in, out, now fucking fast.

   "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..."

   With her strong hands she pulled and pushed my body in time to
her powerful thrusts and to the crowd's chant.

   The girl on the stage cried out loudly. The crowd hushed and I
could hear X's hips slap the girl's buttocks while she gasped.

   Behind me, with each thrust Persephone breathed, "Uh ... uh 
... uh ... oh fuck, oh fuck ..." Suddenly she forcefully pulled
my hips back, jammed hard into me. I felt her pulse several
times. The crowd roared as X pushed hard and held, yelling
incoherently. The girl cried out, whether fake or real I didn't
know. In my ear, Persephone screamed, "Yes!" She continued
pulsing and fucking.

   On stage, X shoved the girl forward and his cock spat several
times onto her back.

   X stood, haloed by the spotlight. He stood on the front edge
of the stage, legs spread, locked straight, arms reaching for
heaven, trying to be a god or something.

   The audience cheered and surged toward the stage.

   "I am the Master!" X shouted.

   The crowd roared, clapped, cheered, commented, called out,
stomped, surged, reached for every single drop.

   "Master! Master! Master!"

   Behind me, Persephone's body continued to jerk as she fucked
and spurted again. She wasn't stopping.

   I began to worry. I knew what could happen.

   X helped the girl up, hugged and soothed her. "Thank you
everyone!" He kissed his hand, tossed it at the cheering crowd.
"This has been very special tonight." His glittering oiled
half-naked body swelled up and down in the bright stage light.

   A young man bumped into us -- we sprang apart, cocks exposed.
He stopped, grinned stupidly, gave us a thumbs up, said, "Cool,"
and drunkenly vanished.

   The crowd howled and clapped loudly as the girl and X waved
then left the stage.

   Breathing heavily, Pers grasped my elbow and whispered, "I
have something else." I pulled my pants up and zipped. She
smiled, straightened her skirt. We walked back to the bar. She
took me around to the black door and down the hall.


   =============================
   Eighteen: Special Friends and Lovers
   =============================

   In the last dimly lit room a short woman was seated on the
couch. Her legs were crossed, she wore knee-high gothic boots and
a black corset.

   "Hi, slave," she said, grinning. "You've kept me waiting."

   "I've been getting him ready," Pers laughed.

   The woman's breasts were pushed out of the top, fully exposed.
Her body was covered in tatoos, a brown fluffy cat on her throat,
an eagle with outstretched wings below, a blue Egyptian cat on a
leg and a grey wolf on the other leg, a life-like elephant before
a sunset on one arm, a flying pentagram on the other and many
more. I knew this illustrated woman: Mistress J.

   She stepped up to Persephone, wrapped her arms around Pers'
neck and they kissed passionately. Very passionately. They didn't
stop. Pers's hips moved.

   They twisted and fell onto the couch, Persephone landing on
her back. I stepped toward them but J gestered me to stop.

   J kissed each breast and said, "What have you been doing to
keep me waiting so?"

   "We, uh, were busy. I was fucking him."

   "Oh, it was his fault then. I hated waiting so long for you."

   Persephone laughed. "Yes, his fault, his ass was just too
delectable."

   J kissed and licked her way down Persephone's body until
coming to Pers' hard cock. "Well," J said, "I'm glad you're like
this for me." She looked down at it, smiled, looked at Pers, then
her black haired head bobbed and bobbed. Persephone writhed,
moaned.

   "Oh, my god that's so good. Yes!"

   J pushed them both onto the couch so I could see her beckoning
ass before me. She sucked for a few more minutes and then said,
"Slave, get your useless cock hard and into me. I want to be
fucked."

   "Oh, no," said Pers. "Let me."

   Mistress J laughed and stood on her knees. She hovered over
Persephone's erection, pulled her skinny aside and squatted.
Grasping Pers cock, she slowly slid it into herself and sighed.

   Her body shook for a moment.

   Pers held J's arms and they started to fuck.

   "You feel so fucking good!" J gasped. "I've missed this."

   Pers nodded. "And I've missed you, too."

   J's loud breaths matched her body's grinding. "I think ... we
should start ... cumming ..."

   "Yes! Yes!"

   They did, J first. She cried out, shook and kept fucking.
Persephone wasn't far behind when she thrust up, gulped air,
gasped loudly, "Oh fuck!" and clearly shot. They both continued
to fuck and cum. I was happy to stand there and watch them.

   "Now, my man-whore slut slave," Mistress ordered, "get your
clothes off ... (puff) ... and get hard!"

   "Yes, Mistress," I replied and did as ordered. Just watching
them had me aroused.

   "Keep cumming!" J ordered Persephone then wrenched in another
"Unnnnggg ..." orgasm.

   "I am!" gasped Pers. "You fuckin' keep cumming!" She fucked
even harder and J responded with another.

   It was amazing to watch those two gorgeous goddesses as they
tried to outdo each other. It went on like that for some time, J
on top grinding forward and back, noisely cumming nonstop, and
Persephone fucking up and down benath her, jamming in when
spurting then resuming. The feelings between them became so
intense that Pers started laughing, just like I'd seen her with
Trevor, and timing her thrusts to J's. The two fucked as
well-coordinated long-acquainted lovers, which I guess they were.

   The other amazing thing were my feelings. I only felt awe and
respect for Persephone as she sought pleasure from another. There
wasn't the slightest hint of jealousy, of feeling neglected or
envious. Had I changed that much? Had she finally gotten to me?
Or was it because it was J she was fucking? It didn't matter: I
was happy to shared my beloved. That seemed to be the right thing
to do. I was hard, ready, I knew I would be part of it. I enjoyed
their multiple orgasms.

   Twenty, thirty minutes and dozens of orgasms later, they
finally slowed. J stopped, held Persephone's breasts and Pers
laughed further.

   "That was great!" Pers panted, still winded.

   Mistress J laughed, turned her head to look at me and snapped,
"Slave, come here. I want you now."

   "Your wish is mine to serve," I muttered and approached.

   She lifted off Persephone, presenting herself. Holding my hard
cock, I found her open wet hole and pressed in, filling her. I
was engulfed with firm warmness. Her internal muscles squeezed my
cock. She suddenly pushed back and began to move me in and out.

   "Hold still!" she warned. "You're here for my orgasms. You ...
huff! ... only cum when I say!"

   Persephone slid out and came around behind me.

   "And," she said with her sing-songy speech, "he's also here
for me. I'll just get into him, too."

   She parted my asscheeks and pushed herself into me like she'd
done on the floor. Between them I felt totally stuffed ... and
loved. I gripped J's hips and tried to hold still while they both
fucked me. It was only a minute before Pers began to cum again. J
wasn't far behind.

   Their cries of ecstasy were louder than the deafning
dancefloor music.

   They felt delicious and it took all of my willpower not to cum
myself.

   "Josephine, he feels fucking good."

   Persephone switched to quick short thrusts while J continued
her long slower ones. After she had more orgasms then withdrew,
she said she had to work suggested that J and I continue by
ourselves.

   The door opened, closed.

   "Now, my slave," said J in a sing-songy manner. "Kneel before
me."

   I lowered myself onto my knee and looked up at her. She placed
a boot on the couch.

   "Lick," she ordered.

   I licked.

   "Massage, she ordered.

   I massaged.

   "Fuck," she ordereed.

   She laid down, spread her legs and we fucked together until
she came again.

   "You are ... doing well," she said breathlessly, after another
twenty minutes. "But you have not cum yet."

   I knew what was expected. "I," I puffed while still fucking
her, "await your command."

   "Excellent. Then you may now cum in me. I wish to feel your
juices, too, with Persephone's."

   We fucked for another five minutes -- harder and faster. J dug
her fingers into my back when she cried out but not her nails.
Cumming again, her pussy clamped around me and, unable to contain
myself further, I made a loud noise as I shot several times. She
laughed.

   "Good boy!"

   I collapsed on top of her, gasping for air.

   She stroked my back, hooked her heels behind my knees, kissed
my cheek.

   We settled, cuddled as she liked to do afterwards.

   "My poor slave." She stroked my hair. "I enjoyed our time
together before and this has been amazing, too. But you are my
friend's true love, I know this. I am so glad for her, she
deserves someone like you who loves her for who she really is as
a person instead of what she is. Just like V loves me. I knew she
had fallen for you after that first session as she spoke of you
often. I am so glad you haven't disappointed her."

   I felt odd, speaking like this. I had just fucked this
beautiful woman and we were talking about other. Yet, it also
felt right, too. After all, Persephone enjoyed both of us.

   "Well," I said, "I'm glad I haven't. She's turned out to be,
uh, very interesting. I never expected to be attracted to anyone
like here but there's something special about her. I think she's
terrific, and bloody smart."

   "That she is. How do you feel about her?"

   Mistress J looked up at my face. I glanced down at her lovely
tits, thought about licking them, thought better of it, thought
about my feelings.

   "I ... I love her. I really do. I'd do anything for her."

   J smiled. "Yes, I think you already have. You've made her very
happy, and in doing so made me happy too. You have overcome your
jealousy?"

   "How'd you know about that?"

   "I just know. You are very giving but you also expect much
attention in return. That is you. Persephone knows it, but she is
such a free spirit I'm sure there might be times when she
forgets. She means well, though, never forget that."

   I breathed. "Yes, there have been a few."

   We kissed and parted.

   "Go to her. I'll be fine. I'll catch up later."

   "Ok."

   I found Persephone at the bar. It was still crowded, the music
loud.

   "How'd you go?" she asked.

   "Good," I said. "She thinks you're pretty special."

   Persephone grinned. She was naked, except for her boots.

   "Well," she said, "I hope you're not all worn out because I
want you again." She stretched across the bar, took hold of my
chin, and kissed me. "Look, I have to stay here for a couple more
hours to finish. Do you want to stay or meet me at home?"

   "Maybe home," I said.

   "Ok, my love, I'll see you later. Thank you. You did it!"

   She touched my cheek and we kissed again.

   She said, "You are the light of my life, my jewel, my cloud. I
am so glad we found each other."

   "Me, too," I said.

   "I have something special to tell you when I get home. How
about your place?"

   "Ok. Can't wait."


   =============================
   Nineteen: Winter in Hades
   =============================

   By six a.m. Persephone had still not arrived. That was when I
received the call.

   Leeanne was hyterical. "She's in hospital, Mike! She fuckin'
got bashed..."

   "Oh shit! I'm on my way."

   I definitely broke some speed limits getting there and swore a
lot at the excuse for a hospital parking lot.

   Persephone lay unconscious, wires and tubes connected, white
sheets neatly draped. What I could see of her body was coloured
purple and yellow, even her bandaged head. Ian and Xana were in
the room.

   "She's doped up on painkillers," Xana said, "out of it."

   Ian added, "Her nanos can't repair the damage and canna' give
her back her dick."

   "Dick? What happened?"

   "Four guys beat the fookin' shit out o' her. Three were those
assholes we kicked oot. They foockin' cut off her penis, the
bastards!"

   "What?" I was shocked. That was the worst thing they could've
done.

   "Where are they?"

   Xana said, "Oh, the cops got them almost straight after I
found her. Video caught it all. It's pretty ugly. They kept
saying she was a freak and didn't deserve to live and the skinny
one went on about her not giving him a blow job. He kept trying
to stick his dick into her mouth when she was unconscious. Then
they chopped her up."

   Ian said loudly, "They killed her over a fuckin' blow job!"

   My heart broke. I started to cry. I stood next to the bed not
sure if I could even touch her.

   "I'm glad you're here, Mike," Xana said. "She'll want that."

   I nodded.

   Ian said, "She told us she was going to move in wit' you. She
even mentioned marriage."

   I didn't know that! I grimaced, stepped back, fell into a
chair.

   They stayed another hour and I refused to leave. Fuck the
world!

   The doc eventually told me her internal injuries were so bad
the nanos and ops couldn't fix her. They had her on a morphine
drip and in palliative care. I almost couldn't take it. I cried
in private. I waited and watched and loved and hoped.

   She woke late that evening. Her smile was doll-like, faint.

   "Hey," I said gently, touching her shoulder. "What happened to
my Persephone who knew how to rip guys' nuts off 100 different
ways?"

   She couldn't laugh much. "H...hurts." She gulped. "I know ...
you love me ... you're here." She closed her eyes for a moment
then said more clearly, "Can you suck me off?" She tried to smile
with sleepy eyes.

   I didn't have the heart to tell her I could never do that
again. Instead, I smiled, touched her face. "Maybe, later, love."

   "Oh, fuck, I hurt."

   "I love you," she said. "I like it when you're hard."

   I blinked, looked back. The room's door was shut so I took my
cock out for her and rubbed it until I was hard, just for her.
She smiled.

   She said, "I love that. Look after Connie for me. She'll need
you. And speak to Aunt Julie, she knows things."

   Persephone closed her bruised eyes and fell back asleep.

   Leeanne, Tish and her husband, J and V, Ian and Xana, they all
visited. Even Gary, her fuckbuddy. He turned out to be just an
ordinary married guy who had been playing with Pers off and on
for many years, someone else who's life she had graced.

   I helped the nurses change and roll her. I did not leave the
room except to eat. Messages from work and my son had to wait. I
decided to write everything down using my tablet. Over the beeps
of the machines, I told her how much I loved her and wished she
would be my wife. I talked about the trips we'd take and the
places in which we could soar. I told her the Toliman probe had
discovered three small planets orbiting Alpha Centauri A and two
around B and big asteroid belts around both stars. I talked about
all the wonderful sex we would have and the amazing people who
might share it with us and how much she was loved and chereished.
I told her I missed her cock up my ass and all her magical
orgasms and how much she had opened my eyes and life.

   Two days later her breathing had become deep and laboured.
Every breath was an agonizing gasp. The doctor said it wouldn't
be very much longer.

   Sitting on the edge of the cot I had been given, finishing
this story, I felt a slight breeze, heard a little hum. I looked
up and saw a woman standing just inside the door. She was tall
and trim, perhaps in her late teens or early twenties, with rich
thick curled copper-coloured hair and pale white skin like
Persephone's. She was completely naked except for a gold chain
around her neck on which hung an unusual black stone. Her face
wore an experssion ofconcern and worry.

   "I didn't know she was this bad," the girl said. "I have to
get her out of her." She took a step toward the bed.

   I stood. "Hey, um, who are you?"

   The girl stopped, looked directly at my eyes. She paused,
tipped her head. There was something unsettling in the way she
looked at me.

   "You're Mike, correct?"

   "Yes. Who are you?"

   "I'm her mother. She's told me about you. You're the one she
wants to marry."

   Marry?

   "Alice Hollaway?"

   "Yes."

   I couldn't believe it. While the girl looked close enough to
Persephone to be related -- indeed even their faces were the same
overall heart shape as well as their build and skin -- this woman
could not possibly be Persephone's mother. She looked far too
young. I didn't think it was Susie, either, as she was older than
Pers.

   "We don't have time. I need to get her out of here right now."

   I took another step, clenched my fist.

   She opened her palms. "I have to save her. You have a choice.
You can leave now or you can stay and come with me. But if you
do, you'll never return."

   It didn't make sense. Never return?

   "What are you talking about?"

   The woman looked down at Persephone, heard the gasping
breaths, touched Pers' arm.

   "Look, Mike, I know this doesn't make sense. You'll just have
to trust me. I don't have time to explain right now. Persephone
told me how impotant you were to her, and she's a very good judge
of character. They won't be happy if she doesn't make it, either.
They let me come to get her. So I trust you'll do the right thing
by her."

   I shook my head. "What's going on?"

   "She doesn't have long," the woman said. She touched the stone
and right next to me the wall and window were replaced with a
summer's day along with a short warm gust.

   I kid you not. One moment there was the room, the next moment
a wide rainbow coloured archway opened on my left showing a
grassy meadow that curved down to a tree-lined river, a bright
blue sky and scattered clouds behind. Something darted from one
of the trees, flapping and screetching furiously. It wasn't a
bird, more like a bat-like prehistoric pterodactyl with a long
tail but it wasn't exactly that either.

   I stood there gobsmacked.

   I had no doubt now. This was Alice Hollaway, Persephone's
mother, somehow looking young and vibrant, here from elsewhere or
elsewhen to rescue her daughter.

   "Come on," she said. She bent, lifted the bed's stoppers,
unplugged tubes and wiring and started to push the bed to the
archway. I helped.

   We stopped just at the edge.

   "You can go back now, if you wish," she said. "But if you come
you'll be leaving everything behind and never returning."

   "She won't come back, will she?" I asked.

   Alice shook her head and frowned.

   I picked up the laptop and my things. "I'm coming."

   Alice smiled and we pushed the bed through the arch. It was
like walking through a breeze, similar to entering a large air
conditioned building. I almost tripped on the other side. Gravity
felt a tad different.

   Just as the room's door began to open, Alice touched the watch
and the arch and hospital room behind us vanished.

   We stood on the edge of a soft lawn before an open grove of
trees. The lawn grew right through it. It wasn't grass as such
but more like a green velvity carpet. In front of us was a small
river, behind us, scattered between the trees were houses. Above
the trees a few people literally floated about or strolled.  Most
were nude. One couple seemed to be engaged in sex. And beyond in
the blue sky were three moons, one reddish. Like the photo in
Persephone's bedroom.

   Three ... um ... women materialized and came up to us.

   I blinked.

   First impression was they were women, but on second look they
were not. All stood over two and a half metres tall and slim and
... naked. They flowed languidly when they walked and their
voices sounded musical. Their bodies were that of a trim woman's
-- including a plumped vaginal slit -- but they had only small
bumps where breasts should have been and no nipples. Their heads
were earless, had a thin small nose, wide smiles with almost
simian-like lips; three long fingers instead of four, and they
were covered in a fine velvety pelt, similar to Connie's dog.
What was stunning however, were their colours: each was unique --
acquamarine, chocolate, red. Intricate symbols and marks like
tattoos painted arms, legs and stomachs.

   Aliens. These were aliens. And I couldn't think of anything to
say.

   They surrounded Persephone, placed their hands on her body,
sang something I could not understand and -- I swear on all the
graves in the world -- a thin bluish penis actually inflated from
each of their slits. They and Persephone and the bed then
vanished with a slight swish of air.

   "They'll fix her and she'll live. Become young again like me."

   My hand chopped the air. "Where are we?"

   Alice smiled, took my arm, gestured.

   "Welcome to New Terra, Mike. Our colony. We share this world
with the Lahm. They're incredible and they made all of this
paradise possible for us. We couldn't have achieved this without
their aid. In this place, we are what we should have been."

   She gestured and took my arm as we began to walk into the
grove.

   And that was how my new life began on this pristine wonderful
world.

   Alice Hollaway and I had sex. It was strange but she assured
me this is what Persephone wanted and I had no doubt.

   The next day, a vibrant, alive and young-looking Persephone
joined me. She was talkative, painfully erect and needed to fuck
me very badly. She took me to what she said was was her home here
and I think we went at it for at least six hours straight.
Joining us were her mother and her sister Susie, another man
named Jayd and two Lahm. It was my right of passage into their
new world.

   Over the next several days I learned that Aunt Julie had been
right: Persephone was more important than anyone on Earth knew.
Here, she was celebrated.

   Twelve years ago Persephone had been responsible for
discovering hyperspace physics. Only instead of telling everyone
about it, she and her mother and a fellow researcher kept it a
secret, garnered certain key people and, using their combined
inherited wealth, built the first interstellar hypergate. It was
apparently absurdely easy to do and a computer program was
written that used the gate to probe billions of star systems in
search of new habitable worlds. They soon found this wonderful
planet, orbiting a single yellow G3 class star, located over
eighty thousand light-years from Earth.

   Alice desparately wanted to improve humankind, to create a
better society, one more like the bonobo's of which she was so
fond. Alice's vision was to found a commune on New Terra with a
society based more-or-less on her beliefs.

   The Lahm had met Persephone moments after she stepped through
to New Terra, the first ever contact between a human and alien.
They were not native to the planet either but had monitored her
hyperspace efforts. Soon after meeting, they requested sex and
Persephone had shared that with them. That was the most important
and smartest thing she could have done. In that one act, she not
only saved the entire human race but also cemented an important
relationship which lead to the New Terra colony. The Lahm were
incredibley advanced ancient aliens who, among other things, had
walked the surface of Earth over two billion years ago. They
claimed to have influence life on Earth and elsewhere so humans
evolved. The Lahm were also extremely sexual creatures. Natural 
hermaphrodites, they behaved like the bonobos when it came to
sex: it was everything to them -- greeting, problem solving, joy,
entertainment, especially bonding -- they believed in the
'rapture' and orgams were the ultimate gift of the universe.
Creatures who did not bond sexually with them were either
ignored, frowned upon, or, if they were aggressive, could be
easily destroyed in a blink.

   With the Lahm alliance, Alice, Persephone and others founded
the utopian colony on New Terra. Human colonists were changed
biologically so as to fit in with the planet and the new society.
People had sex several times a day and did not limit themselves
to only a few or only opposite genders. To the Lahm, humans were
almost like cherished pets. Their other pets included the Gnu,
semi-intelligent large dog-like hermaphrodites who also had
embraced a highly sexual life as well. Connie's Doug was in fact
a biologically modified Gnu sent to protect and look after her at
Persephone's request. Unmodified Gnu looked more like giant
anteaters and had the same voracous sexual appetite as the Lahm
themselves.

   With the help of the Lahm and their technology, Alice's dream
of a better society based on cooperation and sex indeed became
true. The Lahm gave humans immortality, rejuvination, and changed
human bodies -- including my own -- to promote cooperation over
competition, to allow sustained multiple orgasms in both sexes
and to fit in with the Lahm's lifestyle.

   It indeed was paradise but, no, we did not quite live happily
ever after.

   ###

Author's notes:

This is a spin-off story from the  'Adventures with J' series.

I loved the character of Persephone -- created for the story 'The
Girls Come Out to Play' and centrally featured in 'Gangbang His
Virgin Ass'. She's an incredible fantasy person who demanded her
own biography and story.

Mike has been featured in four stories and has turned out to be
more submissive than I originally thought. He's not quite an
ordinary man but he doesn't know it either.

The idea that a male can ejaculate over a dozen or more times
over the course of a few hours is not a complete fantasy. My wife
related an experience to me concerning a night she had with a man
who did exactly that. She described the bed as 'thoroughly
soaked' when they finally finished and he simply would not stop
becoming aroused and cumming at her slightest touch. She said
they never even fucked. We also once knew an intersexual person
who's anus autodialates and autolubricates when aroused. He/she
enjoyed being fucked by three men at once (one vaginally, one
anlly, one orally) and lived a poly lifestyle with a dominant
male and two transgenders. On webcam I personally witnessed that
same person cumming with fluid from her erect penis at least a
dozen times while she enjoyed watching us fuck.Persephone's
extraordinary orgasmic abilities go beyond even this, however,
are a fantasy as far as I know. They are entirely natural to her.
I am prepared to be proved wrong!

These stories are set in the fictious city of Flinders located on
the South Australian coast somewhere south of Adelaide. Flinders
has a population over four hundred thousand. In this universe,
Adelaide never existed.

While writing the other stories and this one I realized that they
take place in the year 2034. By that time, there has been a
revolution in physics with the discovery of hyperspace
translations due to a melding of loop gravity, subspace and
string theories. Space travel itself, however, is not much
farther advanced than now, although the Chinese have had a space
station for some time and established a small base on the Moon.
They are the only ones still doing manned space travel. Most cars
are pure electric or hybrids. Many computer displays are thin
plastic solar-powered sheets (softscreens) that can be spread on
a desktop and are voice and touch activated. They can pair with
hardscreens (typical opaque flatscreen glass monitors that stand
upright). The humble mobile phone is a powerful personal computer
with wireless connections to keyboards, screens, drives and
networks. Sentient AI's are not that intelligent yet but they do
exist. Medical advances have cured many diseases, especially
STI's, using nano technology and other techniques. Nanos are also
used for cosmetics, like changing hair colour and pseudo-tattoos.
The environment is not in great shape, however, and there have
been several recessions and crashes due to overpopulation,
runaway inflation and key resource shortages.

This utopian fantasy story is full of easy anal sex without a
condom. I haven't done this much myself and maybe it shows, but
in reality there can be a mess to deal with and due to health
risks, a condom should always be worn. My wife is more of the
expert in this area and I have relied on her comments and
experiences with others.

Finally, this story originally had a different and tragic ending.
That never sat well with me but then I realized all the elements
I needed for a better ending where there, they just had to be
tied together. So I dusted off the Lahm aliens I'd invented for
an unfinished short novel and that did it. If you've seen both
versions, I'd like to know your preference.

Again, my eternal thanks goes to my adventuresome and brilliant
wife. Her criticisms and suggestions contributed greatly to this
story.

