by J G Jerome
I nod. “You will, Beloved.”
I see Myra nodding, too. “I know exactly how you feel, C’rina. I have to let him go, too. It sucks, but it is what must come to pass. We both have duties to our people, and neither one of is likely to abandon those no matter how compelling a reason we have. So, we make the most of the time we have and cherish the memories.” Then she gives me a mischievous grin, “Okay! Enough serious shit! It’s my turn Jack!”
All the ladies laugh, but I just cock an eye at her. She goes quiet at my expression. I bend down and kiss Corrina once more, before I pull out of her accompanied by her disappointed gasp.
I sit and and beckon Trina. I whisper instructions into her ear. She solemnly nods to each instruction, trying desperately to keep the grin off her face as I told her to. Then she bounces up and off the bed. She grabs the massage oil bottle and pitches it to me. I grab it mid-air and point to the center of the bed. “Face down, Princess.” Trina retrieves one of her cloth boxes from her bag and comes back around to stand by Corrina as she sits back onto my pillow.
As Myra lays herself down, I wink at Corrina, and then pour a quarter-sized circle of oil into the palm of my hand. I hand Corrina the bottle and tell Myra, “On your knees, Princess. Face stays on the pillow. Face the bathroom.” She does.
“You know, Princess. It’s a shame you didn’t follow instructions earlier. Now I have to punish you.” I pause for a minute. “Myra, I’m going to do some things that I’ve not discussed with you before. I’m doing them because I think you’ll enjoy the experience, but if it’s too much or makes you too uncomfortable you have to tell me. I want you to use the safeword ‘Red’ to stop me if I take you too far. Are you clear?”
She turns to look at me, “You mean like 50 Shades?” I nod. She grins, “Jack, I am 100% confident that you will do nothing to me that I won’t enjoy. It’s not your nature. You’re dominant, but not the least bit sadistic. The incident with Daphne made that abundantly clear. So, to quote my two lover ladies here - ‘use me Master.’ I’m yours Jack!” She lays her head back down facing away from me.
“Okay Princess,” I press her ass cheeks apart and tilt my right hand so the oil runs towards her rosebud. “Your punishment is that I am going to fuck your ass like a cheap five-dollar whore in front of your guard captain.”
Myra gasps melodramatically, “Oh no, Master! Not that! I’ll be good little Princess, I promise”
I continue as I run a finger around her rosebud to distribute the oil, “Oh yes, Princess! And the punishment must also address the wrong you have done by abandoning your lover, Trina, when you were supposed to be licking her to orgasm. So, while I am fucking that fine, firm ass of yours, Trina is going to do what?”
Seeing Trina at the side of the bed to my left, pulling up a strap-on, Corrina exclaims, “Goddess, you’re sexy!” Trina preens and dances as she strokes her breasts and her phallus.
Myra is acting frantic, “Oh no, no, no! Not that!”
Myra tries to turn her head to see Trina, but I pin it down in place. She looks truly frantic. “Trina! Tell me you did not bring the strap-on!”
Trina kneels on the bed, stroking her cock, “But Princess, I cannot tell a lie!”
Myra groans. I reach for the oil bottle from Corrina. “That’s right, Princess. While I’m fucking your firm, tight royal ass, my lovely pet is going to fuck your wet pussy because we know you’re already creaming at the the thought of be used so harshly. It turns you on because you’re finally going to be used like the hopelessly wanton fairy princess slut that you are!”
Myra groans again, as her hands dive towards her pussy. I give a quick reprimand with a sharp spank to her right butt cheek, “I didn’t tell you to relieve yourself, Princess. Get both hands behind your head, NOW!” I give Little Jack a thick coating of oil. I hand the oil back to Corrina indicating the nightstand, and then I line myself up.
I stage whisper to Myra, “Open your asshole for me, Princess. Gape that hole open for me!” I see her flex obediently, but she doesn’t actually manage to open enough to see a hole. It almost looks like she’s puckering for a kiss. “That’s it, Myra. Make the way clear, my slutty little Princess” I grab her hips and press little Jack’s head into the center of her rosebud. I have to push hard to get past her sphincter. As I pop inside, she gives a squeal. I think the oil was an inspired choice.
I rub my oiled hand onto the red handprint on her ass as I give her some time to adjust. “Myra, I’m going to start pushing in.”
Her response is “Damn Jack, I think you got bigger! Shit! You’re stretching me like crazy!” I reach under her and cup her pussy in my hand. She is soaking wet. I start rubbing her juices onto her clit and she starts to whimper and gyrate into my hand. I press in as I keep finger-frigging her. “Oh! Aaaaaaah! Ah! Ah! Mmmmmmmmm!” she squeals suddenly. Her body trembles, and I slide a finger inside her pussy - and I hit resistance at the first knuckle. I grab both hips and push in while she’s coming. Her squeals change timbre to a mix of a groan and a scream until I am hilted in her ass. I go back to caressing her pussy while she gets used to the intrusion.
Corrina is kneeling next to Myra gawking at us with a knuckle of her left hand between her teeth and her right hand cupping her pussy. I look at her, then down at her hand, then back up with a little nod. “Go for it C’rina. Lay back and enjoy the show.” She leans back on my pillow and settles in to start rubbing herself with abandon as she watches us.
I press my hand into Myra’s pussy as I slowly back out until just the head is still inside her sphincter. I catch a puddle of moisture in my hand as I start to slide back in. I lean over her, so I’m closer to her ear. “How is my bad little Fairy Princess Slut doing? If this isn’t the least bit pleasurable, then tell me so.” I pull back out as I set a slow rhythm.
Myra shakes her head, “Oh Jack! I’m yours! I’m yours! Fuck me, please!” she moans. “Fuck my little asshole. Fuck me hard like the little Fairy Princess Slut that I am! Use me, Master! Fuck my little asshole!” Ever the obedient soldier, I do as my lady asks. I pick up the pace, but concentrate on ramming into her harder. Her hips are my handles, so her beautiful firm ass is free to make its own motion. Each time I pound into her each cheek jiggles, but just once! ‘Gracious! I love Sidhe women! What fine asses they have!’ I smack the right, which rewards me with a little squeal. I try the left side, another little squeal. I keep pounding into her.
Trina touches my shoulder, and I look up at her. She mouths ‘Now?’ I nod and drive into Myra one more time hard, which elicits a screech! “Time to move, Princess! Hands and knees! Now!” I give her ass another spank
Myra yelps and does as she is told. “Good girl! Now sit up on my cock, and wrap your arms around me.” I slide my left hand under her between her breasts, and use it as a lever to arch her back towards me. She reaches her lovely arms back to cradle my head with my face to her neck. I slide both hands down her torso, around her ass to her upper thighs. She nods and her legs splay as I take her weight in my hands and Trina waddles closer on her knees. I can’t quite see it, but I can tell when she breaches Myra’s opening as she groans and reaches for Trina while holding onto my neck with her right. Her sphincter flexes around my cock, and things feel less roomy in there. I wrap Myra’s legs around Trina’s torso to keep her pussy lined up for Trina’s loving ministrations.
Using my hands to support Myra’s weight, I slide out until just the helmet is in her, then pull her back down to full penetration. Then Trina does the same from the front. Trina and I set a rhythm and settle into it with Myra’s moans and whimpers calling the time.
Myra moans, “Fuck me, my darlings. Please! Fuck me hard! Pu-pu- pu-pleeeeeze!” I feel her spasms around me. Trina is kissing her and driving into her hard with her tight little butt cheeks.
It’s all too much for me, and Little Jack gives it up. “Oh shit!” As I pump multiple loads into her tight, hot little asshole. Myra shakes with her orgasm, and I hear Trina gasping too. I reach furth
er to grasp Trina’s flexing ass in first one hand, and then the other. Pulling us all together in a Myra sandwich, we ride out our bliss.
Corrina gives a little squeal and a sigh.
Trina starts to fall to the side, taking Myra with her. Little Jack slides out as they just manage to land on the foot of the bed with their heads almost sticking out over Trina’s side of the bed.
I collapse next to Corrina with my head between the pillows. “Criminy! That was a lot of work! I hope you learned your lesson, Myra.” I only her wordless murmuring in response.
Corrina leans over me, “I appreciate your labors, my Lord.” She gives me her beautiful mysterious smile, “You were most inspirational!” Then she gives me a deep, loving kiss. She smiles at me, then slides down the foot of the bed. “Oh good, C’rina. I was afraid you wanted a turn. I’m not sure I have anything left in the tank.”
Her eyes light with mischief, “I haven’t earned it yet, my Lord. I’ll let you know when I think I have. As for your tank, I know where I can siphon some fuel.”
She walks around and slides in next to Myra facing me, spreading Myra’s cheeks to show my spunk dribbling out of Myra. She winks at me, and then leans into Myra’s rosebud and claims her prize. My draw drops as Myra moans. Corrina feigns innocence, “Lord, your seed is much too valuable to let lie on the comforter!” Then she licks up the next dribbles that appear.
Myra reaches up and taps Corrina’s hip, “Oh! Corrina, move! Now!” as she struggles to get to her feet on the bed. Corrina rolls out of her way, and Myra jumps down and races into the bathroom. Corrina and Trina both laugh as they figure out what’s going on.
Trina clarifies with a huge grin, “You gave her an enema, Master!” As the ladies’ laughter ebbs, we hear a groan and an explosion from the bathroom, and they break up again. As the laughter ebbs again, Trina gives Corrina a considering look. “Kph!” tapping her strapped on appendage.
I hear a flush from the bathroom as Corrina shrugs and leans in to fellate the synthetic cock until she’s satisfied it’s clean. She tells Trina, “Well it should be clean enough to use again if you do so fairly quickly, otherwise I’d make sure it gets a good bath.”
Trina nods, as she starts to slip the straps off. “Yep. Dishwasher safe!” She grins at her beautiful friend. “I’m glad you could join us C.” She sits up and tosses the rig towards her duffel, and then starts crawling towards me. “Where is my man?” she pouts.
I raise my hand weakly. She gives me a deliberate, affectionate kiss and lays down with her head on my chest. Corrina reverses her path around the bed, kisses me, and lays down on my right side with her head on my chest. I fall asleep for a bit holding my two lovely ladies, but the third one wakes me as she lays right on top of me with breasts squished into my abdomen. She kisses Corrina and then Trina, then she wraps her legs around my left leg before we all drop off.
Sometime later, I feel a draft on my foot. I reach for Corrina’s gun, unsafe it, and cock it as I point it at the patio to see Daphne looking up at me with a startled look. I point the muzzle towards the wall and kiss Corrina’s forehead. As she stirs I whisper, “C’rina, Darling. Please remove your weapon from my hand and safe it; so,I don’t accidently shoot Daphne.”
She snuggles into my chest, and then suddenly bolts upright startled. “Shit! I was out, Lord. My apologies.”
“Sh-sh-sh-sh, C’rina. We agreed you were to have some down time. You were doing what we agreed. Any recriminations should be on me for not having enough situational awareness to know the door opening meant Daphne was joining us.”
Daphne apologizes too, “Sorry, Captain. Charli just gave me the rally sign. It’s time for us to get ready to roll.”
Corrina takes her pistol out of my hand, decocks it and holsters it. Then she lays back down on my shoulder and wraps an arm around Myra. “My beloved Princess. It is time to go.”
Myra grouses, “Shit...you sure, Captain?”
Corrina pets her, “Yes, my Princess If we’re not back by midnight, they will start sending search parties out by 12:30. I’ll call the office when we’re on the road, but we need to move. We have about ten minutes before we run out of wiggle room.”
Myra raises her head and kisses Corrina. “Thank you, Darling.” She gives Trina a quick smooch and reaches up to kiss me before crawling backwards off the bed. Trina is apparently awake as she rolls nimbly off the bed and starts pulling her dress on. Myra is slowly pulling hers on while keeping watch on my face. I find my jeans and pull them on commando.
I give Daphne a quick kiss on my way to wrap my arms around her Captain from the rear. She already has her skirt on, and the camisole is sliding down her extended arms as I cup both of breasts and press into her back. I whisper into her ear, “Remember my beautiful lady. You are mine. You are worthy of love. From me, from your Princess, from Trina, and from anyone you choose to accept. I eagerly look forward to holding you again. Please make it soon.”
She turns around as she pulls her camisole down into place before wrapping me in a passionate, loving embrace. “As soon as I can manage my Lord,” she whispers back.
I kiss the tip of her nose, and then wrap my arms around Myra and Trina, who are dressed and locked in a deep, tender kiss. I nuzzle Myra’s neck. I whisper, “I am going to miss you terribly my Queen. Please come to me soon!”
Myra turns to me and wraps me in embrace, whispering “I really don’t want to go, Jack. I want to wake up every morning wrapped in yours and Trina’s arms.” She looks up at me and tears stream her face.
“Wherever, whenever, Myra. Wherever. Whenever. I am yours as you are mine.” I kiss her tears dry. She nods, and wraps her arms to pull me tight to her luscious body.
She backs up and looks at my chest. “I think Corrina wins,” she says. I look down and there are three hickeys on my chest. I can’t help but burst out in laughter.
Corrina points at her work, and then at my face. “Mine.”
Trina follows suit. “Mine.”
Myra wraps me in her arms and says, “Mine”
Daphne chuckles from the patio door, and then pipes up, “Mine, too!” as she points at me.
We’re all having a good laugh. I add pointing at each of them, “Mine, mine, mine, and mine.”
Corrina kisses my shoulder and pushes me towards the door. I edge out of her way as she takes the lead. Daphne hands me my shirt. I point at the nightstand, and say “gun.” Then I pull on the shirt, button it, and stick my bare feet into my boots. Daphne hands my holster to me. I clip it on, check the weapon and re-holster it, and then pull my coat on. I ensure I have a key in my jeans, and usher the ladies out the door. I pull it closed to find Trina hanging back with me as the entourage heads out.
We follow them downstairs and out the front door. Geri and Liesl meet Corrina and whisper to her. She nods and says, “Make it quick.” They run over to where Trina and I are standing beside the stairs.
Geri slides in and wraps her arms around me. Looking up at my face, “Did you mean it, Lord?”
“Every word of it and all it implies, Geri.” I kiss her languidly, slowly exploring her sweet mouth. “Come back to me, my beautiful lady.” She squeezes me with a hug, and then walks back to the car.
Liesl is standing in front of me. “Jack.”
“Liesl, I regret I didn’t get to talk to you today.”
She looks down shyly and then asks, “Am I yours too, Jack?” She dares me with her eyes, but I’m not sure what she’s daring me to do.
“Liesl, if you want to be, you are. I can’t believe anyone would try to trivialize you. You’re glorious,” I respond gently to her challenge.
She looks to Trina and wraps her in an embrace, “I’m gonna want some time with our man, cousin.”
Trina smiles and kisses her cheek, “Of course, cousin. We look enough alike to be sisters. Maybe we can find out if he has any twin fantasies!”
Liesl chuckles in return. Then she wraps me up and kisses me deliberately. Keeping me in h
er embrace she tells me, “I am yours, my Lord. I don’t understand it yet, but I feel I’ll be losing out on a big opportunity if I don’t declare for you now. I am yours.” She kisses me again, and then marches to the car with her head up and scanning as Charli rushes past her.
Charli doesn’t stop. She jumps into the air to wrap her arms and legs around me. I fight to keep my balance as she looks at me and says, “Definitely. Yours.” She kisses me like her life depends on it and looks at me again. She nods, and slides down my body to her feet. She gives me a brilliant smile and runs back to the vehicles. Jason waves with a sad smile on his face before mounting up in the second row on the driver’s side next to Myra. I wave back as Corrina waves and slides in on Myra’s left.
I see Trevor looking at me like I pissed in his cheerios. Apparently I didn’t make a friend there. Charli drives the lead vehicle out, and Daphne follows in Myra’s. Trina and I wave again as they disappear on Main street towards Sedona.
We hold hands as we walk back inside to the room.
Once inside and the deadbolt is latched, I secure the patio door and close the curtains. I turn back to Trina to see her holding a pair of cyclist greaves. She says, “I think these are yours,” as she hands them to me.”
I look them over, turning them in my hands. I think, “Bobbo, which are you?” I get a definite vibration from the one in my left hand. “Great. Now which of you goes on my left leg?” I get a vibration from the other one. “Alright. So Pauly on the left, and Bobo on my right.” I place them over my shins and they adhere around my legs, extending from the tops of my boots to just over my knees. “OK, Hob. Please release.” They do as I catch them in my hand. I think to them, ‘Hob, can you transform to something ambiguous like Jacob and Durec have done?’ I get a buzz from them both. ‘Great, Hob. Please keep in mind that I grew up in human culture. We are used to thanking people. I will try not to thank you, but it may slip out sometimes. I ask you not to be offended at my lack of culture.’ I sense surprise, but also get the buzzes again. I strip off my boots and jeans, and then hold the greaves to my bare shins. They attach and then shrink down into flat ankle bracelets. One with a ‘P’ on it, the other with a ‘B.’ ‘Cute. So you guys are jokers, huh?’ I get a sense of laughter in my brain.
