Amply Rewarded

by Destiny Moon

  “What’s the matter?” I asked in my quiet, husky way. I was deviously curious.

  “It’s just that… I was about to… I can’t handle… Oh, Julie, you’re just so beautiful.”

  “Is it really my beauty that’s overwhelming? Why don’t you just go ahead and come if you want to? There will be plenty of opportunity for more later.”

  “I want it to be good…for you. I want to last.”

  “Why last when you can come again and again? This is something I’ll never understand about the male psyche. Look at me. When I want to come, I come. I know I’ll be able to come again.”

  “But what about you? I mean isn’t it important for me to last for just that reason, to make you come?”

  Simon was refreshingly sweet.

  “There are plenty of things you can do for me without your cock if it’s a matter of you wanting a respite.”

  “Really?”

  “I have big plans for you this afternoon. Much bigger than your cock alone could even hope to handle.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  I kissed him. Then I repositioned myself at his cock and took him into my mouth again. His erection grew with my bobbing movements and soon I found the most enjoyable rhythm. I loved the feeling of having him in my mouth and, perhaps even more so, I loved the thought of being a mind-blowing experience for him. I fondled his balls as I gently sucked on his cock, pulling it farther and farther into my mouth. I found his ass with a finger and, with a small amount of pressure, he opened up to me and I gingerly eased my way inside him. I wriggled around a bit, seductively calling on his inner libertine. His moans grew louder and louder, then I felt the pulsating thrust of his ejaculation as he emitted a giant cry of relief. His hot liquid pumped through his body like the most virile blood and what sprang forth was the most delicious concoction of warmth. I took it all in my mouth and swallowed. This, to him, must have been utterly unthinkable because he looked at me with disbelief. He became limp soon after and was almost unable to speak. Nothing he mumbled made sense, so I giggled. There was something so sincere and juvenile about it.

  I was almost tempted to let the experience stop there—it had been perfect. It was perfect for him, I was sure. But I was a woman with needs of my own. I had my motivations for being there, and pleasing Simon, while fun, was not part of my overall agenda.

  I got up from the bed, unzipped my jeans and placed them neatly with my top, over the back of his chair. I took my bra from beside him on the bed and placed it neatly over my pants. Simon was resting his head on his folded arms, watching me and glancing at the pile on the floor. He smiled calmly, as though he finally grasped the game I’d been playing with him. I bent down, removed my panties and folded them. Teasing him was deeply arousing. Then I stepped on his clothes on my way back onto the bed and knelt beside him.

  I reached my hand out for his, which he gave me without hesitation. I placed his fingers at the opening of my cunt to let him feel my wetness. His cock twitched a little and promptly, as though inconsistent with his beliefs about himself, he was erect again.

  “Oh, my God. Oh, my God…” he whispered. I was flattered by his lack of pretence. He was unlike other men. He was more than willing to acknowledge his gratitude. His face gave him away completely.

  I reached into my bag, which I’d handily situated at the side of the bed, and pulled out my jade dildo. I handed it to him. Then I seated myself on his chest and sat there with my wetness teasing him. We stared at each other intently for what seemed like a long time. It felt as if I were eating him with my eyes. I wanted to feel him inside me, such an eager young man, and I wanted to feel my own cock because it held such mystery to me. I straddled his face, guiding his awaiting tongue to my cunt. He grabbed on to my hips and pulled me against his lips, pushing his tongue farther inside as he pulled my pelvis towards his. I fondled my cock and passed it to Simon.

  “Put my cock in me,” I ordered.

  The jade felt smooth and grand as it pressed against my opening. I engulfed it greedily and let him push it into me. It was a strange feeling—like fucking myself, in a way—and I loved it. He was in awe as well. I wondered if it evoked feelings of jealousy in him. It must have. To be upstaged by my cock could not possibly be good for his ego, and yet I wanted him to understand that sex was not about the goal of climaxing, and that it didn’t end with male ejaculation. For a woman like me, sex could go on and on for a long time, and I was not dependent on his hardness even though he was proffering it again. I gyrated a bit and let him push and pull as I pinched my own nipples high above him. I turned around briefly and glanced at his massive erection. I had done a smart thing by letting him come once first.

  I took my cock out and guided it to his mouth. He opened gleefully and licked my juices from it. I ran it along his lips, and then traced the length of my pussy with it before calmly, quietly and methodically backing onto it with my ass. This had been a fantasy for a long time but I had not acted on it. I’d wanted to know what my cock felt like and it exceeded my wildest expectations. I guided his hand to the dildo so that he could hold it for me as I moved backwards onto it. Once it was inside my ass, I felt myself open up to it. He gave it a nudge and it went deeper. I had to breathe slowly and fixate on the sensation of being fucked there for the first time. Simon toyed with me, pulling the dildo out and pushing it back in. He moaned as though he were fucking my ass with his own cock. The intensity between us was surprising and I wanted more. Once Simon thrust it deep inside, the jade cock stayed firmly planted in my ass. It had been so beautifully and carefully crafted, with a rim around the shaft. It stayed in place all by itself.

  I shifted backwards towards Simon’s cock. He was eagerly anticipating my arrival. I reached into my bag, pulled out a condom and tore the package open, again tossing the wrapper as far as I could into a corner, so that he would have to look for it to dispose of it properly as soon as he had his strength back.

  His hardness amazed me. His cock was so much harder than when I’d had it in my mouth, and I eased myself onto him with slight trepidation. Two cocks at one time was a fantasy I had not expected to turn into reality. I had done many things in the past few months, but this was a first. He guided me slowly onto him with gentle hands, and stared at my pussy as I hovered above him. He held his cock with his right hand and slid it into my cunt with precision. He moaned and gave a thrust with his hips so that the tip of his cock entered my pussy. I appreciated the slowness of his movements. He showed remarkable restraint. I had to practice patience as well as I lowered myself onto his cock ever so gently. There was pain but I embraced it. It was the good kind.

  My mind marvelled at the sensation of being completely filled up. I could feel the two cocks inside me, stretching me. I sighed with bliss as I felt the union take place and pushed myself farther and farther onto him. In terms of intensity, this was beyond anything I had ever imagined. I started convulsing and steered straight towards a massive orgasm brought on, I thought, by my mind more than my body. It was an out-of-body experience. I saw myself stretched, about to reach a threshold of pain that would push me beyond pleasure. I soared on that fine line into the sweet abyss of orgasm. My muscles contracted around Simon’s cock as well as my own and it felt as though I was bursting. The rapture of it was almost frightening.

  It took me by surprise that this position and these feelings had made me come so quickly. It couldn’t be the same as having two men take me at once. This feeling hinged on my sexual ego, and I loved my cock. Double penetration had always been a fantasy of mine but I’d always felt as if the reality would be disappointing. The men would really have to control themselves, and I also knew that the kind of orgasm I’d like to achieve through double penetration would be so huge that I’d need the freedom to succumb to it fully, without the pressure of continued fucking. Simon was the perfect penetration partner. His eager cock filled my cunt and left me free to admire the feeling of my own cock. No longer having to imagine what it felt like satisfied not
only my curiosity but also catapulted me into a self-love I hadn’t encountered before. I felt all of our movements—my convulsions and his adjustments—with acuteness and the largesse of my fantasy being actualised made me come again.

  Simon looked as if his head were about to explode, as if he couldn’t even fathom what was happening. I writhed, moaned and clung to him so hard I left dark red marks all over his shoulders. He watched me with wide eyes and the intensity of a spectator at an exorcism. My ass muscles contracted ferociously around my glorious cock. Meanwhile, my clit rubbed against the shaft of Simon’s hard dick and the combination of my self-sodomy and his gentle lovemaking attempt created a perfect springboard for a deluge of fluids to spill forth from inside me. Just as the waterfall orgasm Sam had given me had taken me by surprise and forced me to rethink everything I knew about sex, this simultaneous orgasm in both my cunt and my ass not only lasted forever, but I knew it’s repercussions would be that I’d upped my own ante. I panted and moaned and savoured every second of pleasure.

  I was thrilled. I don’t remember a time I had felt more alive. Simon was the perfect foundation and the perfect support. He lay underneath me, adoring my orgasm and sharing it as much as I would have, were our positions reversed. I barely even noticed that he had also come. I hadn’t felt it during my own explosive orgasm but I could sense that he had become flaccid. I felt the gentle throbbing of his cock, still twitching from having expunged its semen. I could feel the warmth of it through the condom. He held onto my waist as we both fell, stunned, to his mattress for a blissful rest.

  After a moment of enjoying Simon’s strokes through my hair and his delicate touch, I dismissed myself and went home. The following morning, I made another appointment for Simon’s professional services.

  “I need you to procure a few more items for me, darling,” I told him on the phone, twirling my hair between my fingers.

  “Anything.”

  “I was hoping you would say that. I need a hand-carved ivory cock. Something…oh, worthy of me.” I batted my lashes and flipped my hair over my shoulder, even though he couldn’t see me.

  “Nothing but the best, then.”

  “I’m glad we see eye to eye on this.”

  “So the jade wasn’t to your liking?”

  “The jade was grand. It’s just that a girl needs variety.”

  “I’m sure I can oblige. Anything else?”

  “Well, the harness is beautiful. I’ll need some wrist restraints and also…” I trailed off for a moment, thinking about implements. “I haven’t made up my mind about everything I need but you can take the artistic licence to be creative,” I said.

  After I put down the phone, I lay on my bed, in my room. I massaged my feet and thought about what I had done. Simon undoubtedly thought that the reason I wanted his opinion was that he was somehow to partake in the goods. He probably thought that all of my collectibles would work to his advantage. Well, there is grave error in assumption. If he didn’t already know that, he was about to learn.

  In a way, I felt like a magician learning new tricks. In the ordinary and mundane world, where everyone behaves according to a code of conduct that was built on centuries of codes of conduct, behaviour measures value. Under ordinary circumstances, I’d be a bitch to trick poor Simon into doing his best work for me by making him think that he was actually working for himself. But that would be irrational and illogical. Not only would I get to provide him with an important lesson about meeting my needs, I would also get to show him that he must learn to suppress his own needs in favour of mine. Men are so predictable. Give them an inkling of corporeal reward and they fall all over themselves trying to reach some kind of imagined finish line.

  Even Simon. Simon, the delicate, gentle Simon. The virgin, I thought. I hoped to teach Simon the value of selfishness and sexuality. It would have pleased me to see him take charge with me, but I didn’t expect it. It’s not the kind of quality that can be taught. And the benefit would be to him, not to me. I chose to accept the way he passively embraced my agenda in the hopes of appeasing me and earning more access to me.

  Sometimes I wished I knew what it was like to be taken. I wished that a man would take me the way I’d just taken Simon. Timothy had been deliciously forceful but I craved to experience a man who was capable of choreographing something so incredible that my mind would have to surrender completely. So far, I had only seen evidence of a ubiquitous condition amongst men, a collective unspoken pact between them that they’d give me what I asked for. Perhaps it was me. Maybe this was what I brought out in men. I knew I had a special gift, one I could not define. I wasn’t sure if it was as simple as flirtation or intimidation or any such quality. I was absolutely positive it had nothing to do with looks. In that department, I wasn’t as blessed, relative to how they treated me. I was all right. I did okay, but I wasn’t like the women I saw. I wasn’t as graceful as Francine Jean. I didn’t have Kelly’s or Carla’s physique. I wasn’t a trophy wife. I packed a few more pounds than necessary. Somehow, it had never been about that. Everyone had always told me I was beautiful, then said that it was my personality. What did that mean?

  Chapter Fourteen

  I picked up my brush and sat by my vanity to smooth my hair. After Simon, I felt a great need to spend time alone. I think I needed to make sense of all of the things I’d engaged myself with, and that can really only be done in solitude. Looking at my face in the mirror, I noticed how I had changed. My face was different now than I remembered it being the last time I had taken a good look. I had been in Virginia for the last couple of months. I had met Hal three weeks prior to leaving San Francisco. I was lucky it had all worked out like this.

  Lucky. What did that mean?

  Other wives-to-be would have been busy in the throes of love with the man they had agreed to marry. We hadn’t even scaled the three-month mark. But it wasn’t like that with Hal. I was off having a consensual adulterous affair with my tailor—his tailor. And he was with whomever in Atlanta, Georgia, on a supposed business trip—well, what did I know of his trips? What did I know of whom he chose to be with?

  I remember sitting there at my vanity and thinking about how my logic had changed. Even a few months earlier—just before meeting Hal—I would have thought that considering myself lucky in this situation would have everything to do with the huge mansion I was in and the giant ring on my finger, and a rich man’s affirmation that I would never have to worry about money again. In my dreams, that had been some kind of fantasy ideal. I would have sacrificed ordinary permutations of happiness in order to achieve it. I would have been fine with a man who was less than perfect, a man who was uncaring or adulterous, because I would have seen the whole enterprise as a job. I would have looked at my duties as being a public persona.

  I’d thought that was what Hal wanted me for. I had been quite convinced of it when he’d embraced his attraction to men. I had been sure of it the whole way here with Timothy and I was still sure of it at that point, with him being away—that he was out exercising his virility with the lads of the land. What surprised me, utterly threw me for a loop, was that I felt lucky on a personal account. How many people can say that? Hal was a wonderful man. He had been gentle and compassionate from the first time we’d met. But what really got to me, in a way that I had not imagined, was his complexity. I was smitten with his insecurities.

  I’d always found men’s insecurities to be heinous. From Tommy to that idiot college boy who’d first come to visit me at Carla’s, to all of my drivers, to almost all the men I’d ever known. Especially, I thought, men who’d grown up wealthy, like Hal. They had an air. They had a claim to things. Then they felt bad about some other component of their lives and it made me sick, because they didn’t even know what work was. They didn’t understand what it meant to feel inferior to a whole class of people, and they had no idea what it was like to grow up working with both your parents, trying to make a living off the land. I’d never expected anyone to understand wh
at my childhood meant to me. It was, after all, my childhood, not theirs. But some men were so inclined to ignore the distinct possibility that I used to have a life before they came along, that I did, in fact, function as an entirely independent mind and body and that I had drawn my own conclusions about my power and abilities.

  Why did I suddenly feel understood by Hal? Perhaps it wasn’t the kind of understanding wrought by similar experience, but more a respect wrought by struggle for freedom from conventional logic. Hal and I hadn’t had sex by conventional standards, but I felt a solidarity, an intimacy with him that was greater than any I had known with a man before. So, indeed, I was lucky.

  And I had a week left until he came back from Georgia and married me in our verdant Southern garden under the autumn sun, for the whole world to see. I had arrived. I had achieved more than I had hoped to and, although my satisfaction was something I’d have to keep private, I was intent on welcoming him with a physical experience that could satisfy both of us. And since it was entirely optional on my part—Hal being content to merely have me at his side—I felt like our union would be sanctified and honest and pious and beautiful. I wanted to give him the greatest pleasure he’d ever known.

  To most men, that would mean intense orgasms followed by boosts to the ego. That wasn’t Hal. I couldn’t imagine us in the missionary position. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to sit on his cock. I couldn’t even imagine him ejaculating the way most men do. It would be unique with us. Entirely unique. I hoped my cock would do him justice. I hoped that it would be what he wanted, even if he had never imagined it. I was determined to take him by storm, to provide for him more than mere companionship and paperwork.