My hands roamed the firm muscles along Stella's lower back and rib cage as we continued to kiss. There was something about her lack of experience that was beyond enticing. Her tongue was tentative at first. Then a little clumsy. But I helped her with the force of my own tongue as I prodded her young eager mouth.
I felt Stella's hands on mine, approving of the fondling that I was giving her. Then she tugged to my hands to bring them around to her soft breasts. Though not even half as big as Camilla's tits, they were perfect in shape. Nice, stable nipple domes pressed forward for my attention. It wasn't long before my mouth joined the party, licking and sucking each rosy nipple. Stella began gasping authentically as she was aroused from my attention.
Though I didn't turn to look, I could feel Camilla shifting in her seat. The pressure of her knee against my thigh suggested that she turned toward me, not away. She was actually going to watch, as she had been instructed by her rival.
I slid my right hand into the front of Stella's panties. They were already very moist. It only got worse as I rubbed my thumb across her clit, sucking passionately on her breasts. She gasped again as I slid one finger gently inside of her. It wasn't long before my fingertip found that special spot to make her groan.
I heard more heavy breathing beside me. Out of the corner of my eye I could then see that Camilla was touching herself. One big pillow titty had been pulled out of the top of her dress to occupy one of her hands. The other hand was moving in a circular motion between her legs. She wasn't just going to watch Stella making love to me. She was planning to enjoy the experience herself.
I felt Stella's pussy squeeze tight around my finger as hot fluid erupted from the hole. Her body convulsed as she barked out short little coughs. Her orgasmic response was remarkably similar to Alexa's. And I thoroughly enjoyed watching her as I sent her over the top.
Stella slowly recovered to finally notice Camilla really going at it on her own pussy. From the look on the woman's face she was close to climaxing, too. Until Stella grabbed her arm and forced her to stop.
"What?" Camilla asked in pure shock like she had just suffered the most offensive invasion. "Can't I?"
"No," Stella replied. "Just watch. You can't get off until Mason does."
"But I'm almost..."
"No!" Stella said firmly. Then she slid down to the floor in front of me. The transition was not sexy like a stripper. Her style was certainly nothing like Jamila's. It was even a bit clunky. But it was still very enjoyable to see. I had to keep reminding myself that she was not actually as young as she often appeared.
I lifted my ass off the cushion so she could pull my shorts and boxers down to my knees. Then my feet came up so she could pull them all the way off. Camilla began licking her lips as she stared at my engorged boner. When her hand went back between her legs Stella smacked her on the knee. Camilla then pulled her thighs tightly together, almost like she was in pain. I knew that feeling. When you desperately wanted to orgasm but couldn't.
Two dainty girlish hands softly grabbed my erection and began working it slowly. My meat firmed up even more in her grip, the mushroom head enlarging above her thumbs. I looked down at my youngest, newest wife to find her studying my reaction intently. I knew that I was going to enjoy this immensely.
"Fuck," Camilla muttered. "I want that inside me!"
"Shut up," Stella told her softly just before her lips found the end of my hard on. Gently squeezing her mouth around the very tip, she continued to study my expression. My jaw dropped open to release a heavy breath. My favorite teenager then cracked an ornery smile before taking to licking the head of my veiny beast.
"Keep stroking," I reminded her. Girls had a tendency to hold their hands stationary around the shaft as they focused on their oral efforts. That was okay for a while, but my preference would be to receive both methods of exciting my manhood at the same time, even though I knew that it would greatly shorten the amount of time needed to make me climax.
"I can help with that," Camilla whispered her suggestion, eagerness heavy in her breath. "That is a lot of cock for you to handle, sweetie."
"I've done this before," Stella replied. "I'm fine." Then she had her moist mouth join her hands in going up and down on me, her lips nearly reaching the midway point with each thrust of her head forward.
"Oh my, Stella," I gasped at her adjustment. Her oral skills had come a long way in such a short time. That was one big advantage of having multiple lovers in a harem. They shared with each other what worked best to please their man. They would tell each other things that I would never request myself.
"Well, let me do something," Camilla muttered in frustration. "If I can't fuck myself, let me take a turn sucking him at least."
Stella pulled her mouth off me to catch her breath. With the top of my ramrod well lubricated with her saliva, she returned to stroking the entire shaft, even quickening her pace. She certainly had learned how to get me off quickly.
"You can lick his balls," Stella told Camilla with zero malice.
"What?" the voluptuous bronze skinned beauty took offense once again. It had been a week since Riley had last shaved my sack, so I fully understood her hesitation.
"I'm not good at licking his balls yet," Stella explained as her grip tightening around my thick wet pole. "If you want to contribute that is what you can do. He really likes it, so you are lucky that I am even allowing you to do that. Have you licked a man's ball sack before?"
"Are you serious?" Camilla replied as she slid to the floor carefully, protecting her injured abdomen. As she pulled my knee wider to make room for the two of them, she said, "I have licked and sucked more than my share of testicles, little girl. Let me show you how it is done."
What the fuck? Was this really happening?
Stella pulled away her left hand leaving just her right tight around the bottom of my erection. She gently licked the tip as she watched Camilla slide her cheek up my thigh to get in position. I eagerly leaned forward to observe the fantastic scene as I felt those soft lips clench gently around my right nut. Then the tip of her tongue caressed it inside of her hot passionate mouth.
"Holy shit!" I whispered loudly.
When Stella then took to thrusting her mouth down on my cock as far as it could go, I knew it wouldn't be long before I couldn't hold back my release. I let out a telltale groan to signal that she should be prepared for the consequences of her actions. I wasn't sure if she was experienced enough to pick up on the clue.
Camilla was, for sure, though. She moaned into my groin trying to keep her mouth around my retracting scrotum as one of her hands went between her legs. The other pressed against the back of Stella's head to encourage her to continue.
It was way too much too fast. I tried my best to be a considerate lover. When my legs started twitching, I knew that this would be over very soon. My teeth clenched together preventing me from speaking. My loud groan then converted to grunts as I could feel my semen race through my shaft and burst into Stella's mouth.
She somehow, despite all the indicators that I presented, was unprepared for my gift. She gagged as her eyes popped open. No longer bobbing up and down on my boner, she did her best to take my overzealous love into her sweet mouth. I figured that she got a few good hard squirts before she had to pull away and start coughing.
Camilla seized the opportunity to drain the rest of my seed onto her tongue. Then she started orgasming herself, allowing what was left to drip to the floor.
Over the next few seconds that it took my brain to return to normal, I studied my two newest lovers on the floor before me. The hot Brazilian was still shaking from her climax, smiling naughtily at me. The more timid of the two, Stella was wiping her lips on the back of her hand, carefully trying to keep her night clothes clean. It was a scene that I never imagined in all of my fantasies.
I couldn't help but wonder what I had just allowed to happen, and what effects it would have on our group dynamic in the house. I would need to tell Riley right awa
y, then Alexa in the morning, instead of letting them find out from Camilla. Hopefully, I could soften the blow.
Soften the blow, I repeated inside my head. Then I wondered if this was the best blowjob of my life. It didn't take long to conclude that it probably was.
CHAPTER NINE:
I awoke disoriented to hot steamy breath whispering my name. Camilla? my brain asked. Maybe I had been dreaming about her. Though she was not my favorite of my women, not by a long shot, she was the newest addition to the I’ve touched Mason’s genitals club. But without even opening my eyes I knew that it wouldn't be her. I fell asleep with both Stella and Riley in my arms.
I rolled my head to the right to kiss Riley on the forehead as I allowed my eyes to blink. She was still sound asleep. It wasn't her speaking to me. Rolling toward Stella I see her just stirring awake herself. Above her, though, is the dark resplendent form of Jada's face. Full lips, flat but comely nose, and loving eyes. Her braids hanging toward me blocked out most of the view. The way all other details were absent had me wondering if I was dreaming of her.
My ebony chief of security was leaning over my bed trying to wake me without disturbing my two bed mates. She nearly succeeded. I could then see impatience on her face as my eyes began to take in the view more fully.
"What is it?" I asked.
"We have another visitor," Jada whispered.
"Oh, okay," I replied. Did I really need to be awakened in the middle of the night for this? Or was it morning already? "Well, keep them under guard until I get a chance..."
"You're going to want to talk to this one right away," she cut me off. I snapped to the next level of alertness.
"Who is it?" Stella asked with an unusually rough voice before I could answer. My mind went back to the blowjob that I had received in the living room last night. Was my surprise gift to her the reason for her gravelly speech? Or perhaps her uncontrollable cough afterwards?
"Celeste," Jada answered plainly with a serious tone. The spokesperson for the military faction that we formed a treaty with, before they disappeared. The fog of sleep dissipated at an even faster rate as I raised myself up on my elbows.
"The Coalition is back?" I asked.
"No," Jada said as she stood erect, no longer worrying about being heard. "This time she is alone."
I let the information seep into my brain as Jada left the room. She succeeded in waking me and would probably be waiting for me outside the bedroom door. She respected the privacy of my bedroom, and that of my wives. I sometimes wondered if there was any underlying animosity toward the place. She had never spent the night with me.
Jada informed me from her position in the living room that Celeste was being detained down by the main gate. She showed up at our colony around five in the morning frantically demanding to speak with me. I then heard the front door close. I wouldn’t be able to ask any questions until I left my two lovely slumbering wives behind. Word of the diplomat’s presence wasn’t enough to get Stella out of bed. That sort of thing was not her department and she trusted us to take care of it.
I got dressed as fast as I could and darted out of the house to find Jada waiting on the front porch to provide an escort. She was using her communicator to speak to Bianka. The bad-ass blonde was off duty for the night shift, which was unusual given her gift of cat-like night vision, so she must have been woken before me. From the sound of it she was already with the new arrival.
The sun was just beginning to filter through the trees giving me that new beginnings vibe like they used to do in drug commercials. A few of the photo sensor security lights had already shut off. Between the illumination of the remaining ones and the dim daylight, the effect on Jada's appearance was nearly angelic.
Some of my women had that look naturally. Jada was not one of them. No offense to her, of course. She was just more of a warrior goddess and kind of a bad girl. Still, the sight triggered an emotional response from me that caused me to hesitate. Instantly I remembered all of our sexual encounters, beginning with that first day scavenging on the other side of New Hampshire Avenue. But also, I recalled our other emotional moments, like when she was devastated by her injury from when we had fought Corinne and her clan.
"What?" Jada asked. Her thin smile was upturned on one end. It was a telltale sign of how she was thinking. She took my gaze as lust, which it sort of was. "Surely you are not horny already after the double down below you got last night."
"Oh, you heard about that?"
"Camilla is not the best at keeping secrets," Jada informed me. I should have realized that. I was hoping the news wouldn’t spread until the next day, so I had some time to get ahead of it. Preventive damage control, I called it.
"I guess it wasn't really a secret," I replied in Camilla’s defense.
"Does Alexa know yet?" Jada asked as she started toward the gate. She knew the implications of last night’s events. I had allowed Stella’s need to show dominance over Camilla to persuade me, as if my testosterone needed any logical support.
"No, not yet. I plan to tell her as soon as possible, though. I'm sure she'll be fine with it. She's been doing great with the whole harem issue lately."
"She appears to be," Jada mumbled as she continued to lead the way, quickening her pace as she was reaching the street.
"What does that mean?" I hollered as I jogged to catch up.
"Nothing," Jada said over her shoulder. "We should be focused on the Celeste issue right now anyway. I couldn't get much out of her except an explanation of why she showed up alone."
"And why is that?"
"The Coalition is decimated."
What the hell? Decimated? Was that good news? Probably not. We had a treaty with the Coalition, even if it was a flimsy one. If another force has wiped out the military faction that we had been dealing with, we would now have a new enemy. And apparently an even more formidable one.
The visiting pale skin blonde was dirty and looking exhausted as she slumped in a folding chair just inside the main gate. She certainly pulled off the war-torn refugee look. I immediately wondered if it was all for show. The display was so effective that it could be a ruse.
The desperation in her eyes quickly flickered to hope when she caught sight of me approaching. Then, as if recognizing my trepidation, her glimmer faded a little. If this was an act, she appeared to be prepared to deliver an award-winning performance.
"I seek refuge," Celeste blurted out before I could even come to a stop in front of her. She struggled to rise to an upright position out of respect. In addition to being physically drained she might have also sustained an injury to her left leg, possibly a sprained ankle.
"Yeah?" was the only thing that I could think to say. I was still putting my thoughts together over this new development. She would certainly be a strategic addition to our team, if I could trust her.
"I know that I recently represented the enemy," she explained like she was begging. Perhaps she was. "But I was only doing my job. And I never had any malice toward you or your colonists, Mason. I'm prepared to be examined by Alexa to prove myself."
"Oh," again I was caught off guard. "You know about Alexa, huh?"
"Everyone knows about Alexa," she replied confidently. It was obvious that she believed things were proceeding in her favor. The smile began to return despite her poor physical condition. "I'm happy to tell you everything that the military knows about you if you take me in."
"Take you in," I muttered.
"Yes," Celeste pleaded. "I want to be one of your..." she trailed off as Jada crossed her arms and took on a defensive posture. Perhaps she was going to say that she wanted to be one of my women. I didn't particularly need another bed companion just yet. I was nowhere near tired of the beautiful women that I already had. But Celeste did have a unique sexiness about her. I certainly wouldn’t expect her to be the submissive type.
"I want to be one of your people," she finished her statement. "A follower. I can help you."
"Why would we trust y
ou?" Jada asked.
"I'm prepared to earn your trust in any way that I can," Celeste announced. "I'll give you valuable information. You can test it for accuracy. I'll do whatever you require of me here in your compound, or in your house. I am at your mercy. Please, just give me medical treatment and let me stay. I'll tell you everything that you want to know."
There didn't appear to be any risk on our part. Celeste freely gave up her weapon. There was no reason to believe that she had any special abilities, and she was not physically intimidating. We could keep her under guard and have Alexa vouch for the woman's sincerity. I was not one to refuse medical assistance to a damsel in distress even if these other factors did not apply, so I agreed.
Jada and Bianka coordinated increased guard duty in case Celeste's arrival was meant to be a distraction. That was the original reason. Once we heard what the former army representative had to say, we became concerned about a possible attack.
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