"Why do you keep commenting on women?" she asked Roland.
"Because we have few."
"Those we do have are kept under guard. They are used for procreation by the members of the high council," Thomas added. "They will be among those to leave the planet when the time comes, along with their female progeny."
"And those not chosen to leave the planet?"
"They will be abandoned here."
The horror of it dizzied her. She toppled forward. Words flew at her from a distance. "Give her something! Give her something to help!" It was Tommy's voice. Or was it Thomas's?
Chapter 2
When she awoke, it was to find two sets of eyes trained on her. "Barb, are you all right?" Thomas, as usual, spoke first.
"I think so." Propped up in bed, she stretched gingerly.
"Do you experience pain, Barbara?"
"No, though I am a little thirsty."
"I'll get you something," Thomas said. He was fully covered again, and Barb felt an irrational stab of disappointment.
"Elixir," Roland commanded softly.
"But it seems to affect her differ"
"Elixir," Roland repeated firmly. "You know we must."
Was that a look of apology Thomas sent her as he left the room?
"Why do you have so few women?" Barb asked.
"No one knows for certain. Perhaps there was a disease of some sort. Our history chronicles tell that wars increased as the number of women declined, until all women were captured and kept under control of the high council. Now we have peace and productivity."
"But how do you have sex?" Barb blurted out.
"Once a year, each man is provided access to a House of Women where those females who cannot reproduce are kept. We are allowed a few hours."
That was it? Once a year for a few hours? "How can you live like that?"
Thomas returned and handed her a glass with more of the clear liquid. "The air we breathe, the water we drink, everything around us is free of pheromones."
Roland continued. "Even our genetic make-up is free. Men have been bred to react sexually only to the scent of a female." He stared at her and his nostrils flared. One glance at the front of his trousers showed how he was reacting to her scent.
Thomas cleared his throat. "I made this for you." He held out the container of steaming lasagna. "I thought you might feel better if you ate some of your own food."
"Oh, thank you!" He'd fashioned a spoon-like scoop from the package cardboard. She took a small bite. The familiar flavor brought tears to her eyes. This couldn't be real, couldn't be happening to her. The thought of "not being in Kansas any more" sent bubbles of terror to the surface of her mind. It couldn't be possible, yet what she'd seen out the window couldn't be explained either.
"Drink a little something." Roland picked up the glass and held it out. She nodded and did as he bid.
"So, you two live here together, and have no sexual urges until you visit that, uh, house?" She took another bite and then another sip. Heat infused her, and not just from the hot food. She recognized the sensation from earlierthe liquid turned her on. An aphrodisiac like this would be worth its weight in platinum if she could produce it.
"That's it," Roland encouraged. "Drink."
"Stop it, Roland," Thomas said.
"We need it," Roland insisted. "We need her."
Thomas shook his head and frowned. "To answer your question, we feel nothing but companionship for other men. It's in the interest of the state to have us working peaceably."
She held up the glass and gazed at the liquid. "So why don't you drink a little of this and"
"The elixir is only a mild pain reliever for us." Thomas smiled. "Even in this age people have headaches now and then. We are allowed a small allotment each month. Do you enjoy it? It affects you in unfamiliar ways. Your scent intensifies after drinking."
"That is why we need you to drink, Barbara," Roland explained. "It relaxes you, yet you see your effect on us. We will be unable to leave the house without relief. Only you can give us that."
"I understand." And she did. The food was good. She tore off small hunks of bread and held it out to the men, then tore one for herself. "Try some of my food." She fed them bites of lasagna and chuckled at their reactions to chewing and tasting. "We'll try the wine later," she said. "And maybe the bubble bath."
Thomas wrinkled his brow in question, while Roland handed her the glass. "Have you eaten enough, Barbara?"
She held his gaze as she drank down the rest of the liquid.
Immediately she had the sensation of a thousand bees flying around her belly. Wings fluttered against her insides, stingers pricked her nerves. Heat struck her pussy. She trembled as her clit swelled and grew tender. Her breath caught. She'd never needed a man so much in her life. Wanted one, had to have one or she'd die. Through heavy lids she stared at the two perfect specimens before her. If one would keep her alive, two would keep her alive and happy .
"Take off those pants," she ordered them. Removing her blouse, she tossed it aside.
"Maybe I gave her too much," Thomas muttered.
"Not for my needs," Roland replied.
By the time she'd wrestled out of her skirt, stockings and panties, Thomas and Roland stood naked, cocks at full mast.
"Closer," she said, dropping to her knees. They obeyed. Wrapping one hand around Thomas' long spear, she nuzzled Roland with her lips before sucking his crown into her mouth.
He burst out with a spate of their foreign tongue. Whatever he said made Thomas laugh, until she twisted her fist around his base and squeezed. Then he sucked in a quick breath.
Her tongue circled Roland's head, once, twice, three times before she leaned forward and took him in. He gasped and held her hair, poking her mouth with short, desperate jabs. She wasn't about to let him come that easily.
Pulling back, she trailed her tongue along his length and then performed a few quick jabs herself, sucking his crown while probing the slit on top with the tip of her tongue. His groan of pleasure satisfied her, and she shifted attention to Thomas.
His balls hung low beneath his penis. She slipped the heavy sack into her mouth, laving it with her tongue. Then she gave all her attention to his shaft, licking along the vein, the head and slit. He rewarded her with a drop of cum.
"Now this is like sunshine," she whispered. She sensed his pleasure at her words when she smoothed her lips over his velvety shaft.
He was longer than Roland but not as thick. The vein pulsed in her mouth and she hummed with approval.
"Ahhh."
Barb felt the vibrations of his moan through their connection.
His faster breathing told her he was close. In a flash, she switched back to Roland, savoring the salty, rich flavor of his pre-cum and the way he filled her mouth. She wanted more than anything to taste the rest. This time, when he took short stabs into the recesses of her mouth, she let him.
A gentle touch pulled back her hair. "Easy," Thomas whispered. "Easy, Love. I won't let you go through this alone. Never alone again, for either of us."
She barely registered Tommy's voicewords that had to be in her headbefore Roland came, full and hard.
She'd rarely swallowed before. In fact, she only gave head once in awhile because the act always seemed distasteful. But tonight she was a woman on fire, burning from the inside. Tonight she wanted to experience everything. She needed to.
Roland didn't disappoint. She worked him with her lips. With strong pulses he emptied, filling more than her mouth, filling her longings.
Too soon he finished. She pulled away to take Thomas again, but he grasped her up and lay her on the bed.
"I want your body. Is that all right?" His dark eyes studied her.
Barb spread her legs and welcomed him. He touched her with shaky, hesitant fingers, testing her readiness. "Sweet Tommy. Come to me."
Without finesse, he groaned and sank into her. She took a deep, hard breath. He pulled out. Instinctively her muscles
contracted, trying to hold him. When the head of his shaft tipped her folds, he thrust, strong and sure, pushing the air from her lungs.
Breathing heavily, Thomas pushed himself up onto his hands. She widened her knees and snugged her heels farther up his waist. Sweat glistened on his torso. He threw back his head, clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. She threw her arms over her head and enjoyed the twisting heat building in her belly.
The bed dipped. Barb lifted her eyelids long enough to see Roland bend over her. Then all she could manage was to feel Roland's hungry mouth on her breasts, Thomas's balls rubbing against her butt and his cock abrading her clit. Roland bit her nipple hard enough to send a shard of pain from her breast to her core, setting her off from intense pleasure.
She bit her lip to keep from screaming. Arching her back, she rode the sensations, unknowing who, or when, she was.
A vague awareness of cool air over her stomach told her that Thomas had rolled off. Lethargy such as she had never known took hold and she gave in to it, not moving or speaking. She barely had energy to breathe. On either side, the two naked men moved closer.
Two men. Two naked men! She had to be dreaming. Or else the world had turned upside down and she really was in another time. She'd just finished having great sex with a couple of guys and amazingly, she felt a stirring deep inside once more.
One of her partners smoothed his hand over her breast, the other skimmed her hip. She cocked her leg and he obligingly moved his hand from her hip to the inside of her thigh.
What's wrong with me? I should be searching for a way to get back home. Trouble was, she had no idea where to start. What she'd seen through the window would be science fiction in 2009, but the very notion that she'd gone forward in time was as inconceivable as a coma lasting over 800 years. What was true? Nothing made sense.
Adding to the surreal dichotomies of time travel or coma, was the pain that returned whenever she refrained from drinking Thomas' "elixir"pain that made her head spin and kept her from thinking clearly.
On the other hand, she thought with a sigh of pure pleasure, the drink brought its own complications. She yearned for someone's touch, for their lips, for a man's cock seated deep inside her. Nothing but satisfaction mattered. Yes, it was irresponsible, but the heat that spread through her body left no choice but to quench her desire.
Two fingers dipped into her passage. "She is wet and hot," Roland whispered.
"Is she?" Thomas responded. His hand settled on her breast for a soft massage at the same time his cock nudged her leg.
Barb let her lids drift shut, enjoying the sensations of being stroked and probed. Roland tantalized with short jabs of his fingers, hitting her G-spot, then sliding up and bathing her clit with her juices. Thomas teased with his hot breath and mouth, suckling and laving her nipple with his tongue.
Her own breathing shortened, each inhalation becoming a gasp, every movement producing friction on some new part of her body. She plowed her fingers through their hair, Thomas' short and soft, Roland's longer and coarse. Even that added to her passion.
"God, oh God," she moaned. She arched her back, thrusting her breast against Thomas's mouth and her pussy onto Roland's questing fingers. The orgasm ripped through her, spears of pleasure exploding from her core to her extremities and back, coalescing into a giant convulsion.
Breathing was difficult, speaking or moving out of the question. The world stopped right there in that bed with those two men, Roland and Tommy. No, not Tommy, Thomas . Yet it seemed to be Tommy's voice saying, "She's so hot. She's so fucking hot."
She half-opened her eyes. Roland's head was buried between her thighs, his tongue deep inside, lapping at her. His soft hair caressed her thighs and his thumb circled her clit. God, she was going to come again. She pumped her hips, and he answered with his tongue.
He lifted his head, eyes glazed and chin wet with juice. He swiped a finger inside her passage and held it out. "Taste," he said, making the offer to Thomas.
Thomas took Roland's finger into his mouth and sucked. Roland withdrew and pushed in, withdrew and pushed in. Thomas swirled his tongue around the tip and licked the pad. Barb's excitement mounted until once more she could hardly breathe.
"Turn her on her side," Thomas said. Limp as a rag doll, she let Roland pull her toward him. He adjusted her leg over his hip and rubbed her labia with his penis, moistening her with pre-cum.
Take me, take me, take me. She kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth, raking his back with her nails. Her own flavor bathed her taste buds. Pushing her hips forward taunted her with the tip of his cock, but didn't satisfy because she couldn't force him inside.
Then she felt Thomas behind, smoothing something cold over her ass. He was going to take her from behind, going where no man had gone before. The old Star Trek words might have made her laugh if not for her apprehension.
She'd often fantasized about being fucked from behind, but the fear of pain kept her from suggesting it to any of her lovers. Now, with the elixir, she was ready to explore any passion, navigate any avenue to pleasure.
"Are you all right?" Thomas asked.
Roland released her lips to lick a path from her mouth to her earlobe, where he nibbled.
"I-I think so."
"I won't hurt you," Thomas whispered.
Roland slipped his hand between them and flicked her clit. She felt the strum along every nerve ending. "I want you," she said on a moan. "Both of you."
Thomas lifted her hips, moved her to the left and suddenly Roland's cock filled her pussy. Thomas probed her anus and then slid in.
He was right. It didn't hurt, but it didn't seem quite right either. Then the men moved, slowly at first and then faster, finding a rhythm. In tandem they pulled out, thrust in.
In.
Out.
In.
Out, pressing her like a flower between the leaves of a book. And like that flower, which releases oil that enhances its already vibrant color, Barb felt herself blossom. Roland's shorter penis hit her G-spot with each thrust. Thomas's length explored virgin territory, infusing her with wantonness that was its own turn-on.
Her breasts pressed into Roland's chest with the rhythm of their sexual dance. She sucked his tongue. Sweat-slicked, their bodies glided over each other. Thomas's pants sounded in her ear, and she came as she never had before.
Splintering into a million pieces, she was held in place by the two men. Convulsions wracked her core, and after a major orgasm, the after-shocks seemed to go on forever. It felt The term glorious came damn close. She never wanted it to end.
Thomas rubbed her thigh, stroked her hip and reached over her to pull Roland into a clutch around her. His grunt told her he was coming. Roland released her mouth to throw back his head. The men shot into her, pulsing and throbbing as they let go.
Yes, as far as Barb was concerned, this could go on forever.
Far too soon, Thomas broke off and rolled away. Then Roland gently pushed her onto her back and the three of them lay there to recover.
"I've never, ever had an experience like that," Barb managed to say.
"It was good. Very good," Roland agreed. Thomas rose and she heard water running. When he returned, beads of water glistened on his skin. Droplets on the wiry hair around his cock shone in the soft light.
"If you only get the chance for sex with a woman once a year, how do you know how to please one so well?"
Thomas lay beside her and propped his head on one hand. With his other he lightly rubbed her nipple into a tight, hard peak. Remarkably, she felt the now familiar stirring in her belly. How could she be ready to go again so soon?
"Do we please you, Barb?" he asked.
"Very much."
"We go to the House of Women together. Our needs are similar," Roland added.
Thomas blew on her nipple, stiffening it even more. "It is to society's benefit that we have the House of Women. We're trained in ways to help them enjoy sex. No one wants to lie with a woman who is
cranky." He grinned. "I never believed I'd be using my knowledge like this."
"What will happen to me?" Barb reached for Thomas' shaft, even then rising against her leg. The odor of sex hung heavy in the air. Her plight should have occupied her mind, but she felt the sensual pull of the elixir once more.
"You need to sleep, Barbara," Roland chided her, even while cupping her mound and teasing her clit with his middle finger.
"Soon," she muttered. Rising to her knees, she grasped Thomas' penis and guided it to her lips.
He flipped onto his back, leaving his cock jutting upright from the shag of wet hair at his groin. Barb ran her tongue up one side and down the other, licking at the moisture remaining from his shower before sucking him in. She wiggled her butt in the air as a wordless invitation to Roland, and he RSVP'd by mounting her from behind.
A rough hum of approval came from deep in her throat, and she sank her head onto Thomas's shaft. His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her steady while he thrust hard, hitting the back of her throat. She stroked her tongue on his underside and he jerked, shooting his load down her throat.
Roland, too, let go. One of the men found her swollen clit and brought her off in a crashing release that left her shaking.
At last Barb was spent. It was all she could do to find her place under the covers between the men.
"I'm afraid I'll do something to get you into trouble," she said sleepily. "What if I'm discovered and you go to prison?"
"It will be worth it," Thomas whispered, and Roland's "Mmm-hmm," showed he agreed.
Barb fell into a deep sleep, during which she dreamed of Tommy. Peace settled over her as she heard him whisper that he missed her. She missed him, too. Why, oh why, hadn't she told him how important he was to her while she had the chance?
Chapter 3
The next morning the men woke randy and ready, while Barb swam up from a deep sleep with a blinding headache.
When he discovered her condition, Thomas disappeared, returning a few moments later. He eased his index finger past her lips and to her tongue. He'd dipped his finger in elixir. Moments after, her pain magically subsided.
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