The Watchman

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  She said, “No. The way you did it, it was exciting. At first, when you lured me under the table, I like it that you wanted me again. But when Paul came to the window, I was afraid of being discovered. And then you had me keep going…and you still feel really nice, by the way. I love the feel of you inside me. Anyway, when you told me to keep going, even though you were talking to Paul and Yuki and Tanya, I just didn’t listen and made love to you. Then you told them that I was under the table and you made me suck you even harder! But you didn’t really say what I was doing. It was more fun than I had imagined. And much better than what I tried to do. It was almost the same, but a lot better. Are you getting hard again?”

  I squished around a bit against her groin and said, “No, not yet, but I’m not totally deflated either. Did you hear what Paul said as he left?”

  She said, “No. What did he say?”

  I said, “When they walked away, Paul apparently had his fingers in Tanya from behind and he refused to remove them as they walked. He was taking them down to the picnic area where she and Yuki could do him a very private favor and he warned me to stay away until they had finished their ‘chores’.”

  Viola said sincerely, “So I guess that our game was good for them as well.” She started to frown, but I cut her off before she could speak.

  I said, “So, we all enjoyed our game and everyone is happy and as a reward for winning, I owe you another dozen little deaths.”

  I sat down in my chair and pulled it up to the table where Viola lay with her legs spread. Pushing her knees up, I put my mouth to her mound and began to lick.

  She said, “Oh, but, how did I win? You already gave me countless prizes. Oh…that feels nice…but Master, let me do something for you!”

  I raised up just enough to say, “OK, if you want to do something for me, let me eat this juicy peach. Viola, do something for me.”

  She moaned and wiggled and said, “Anything!”

  I said, “I want you to give in to every feeling of pleasure and don’t hold back for a moment. I want you to have as many orgasms as quickly as you can.”

  She protested, “But Master,”

  I said, “That’s what I want. I want my peach as wet and as juicy as you can make it for it me,” and Voila burst in a small, but unusually long lasting orgasm.

  After that, it was one after another as I licked and kissed her. Probing with my tongue and eventually sucking directly on the tip of her clitoris and licking up and down the sides firmly. The girls all had ample breasts, and they all had large nipples, but their clitoris was also easy to find and easy to play with. Now that Viola was aroused, the little pearl of the tip of it peeked out from its hood like a…well, like a tiny pearl. It wasn’t as large as the end of my little finger, but it was big enough to be unmistakable. I knew that the tip was only that, comparable to the head of my penis, and she enjoyed the attention to the much longer shaft portion even more than the tip itself.

  Soon, Viola was in constant pleasure, giving herself to it as I had asked. After a while, when it seemed that she could not be more satisfied than she was at that moment, I picked her up and carried her to our bed. She sighed and snuggled into me as I lay down beside her and pulled her onto my shoulder. Viola fell asleep in my arms.

  Chapter 10 - Superpowers

  I didn’t fall asleep myself, but used the time to think, eventually calling Clarice on the ear-piece and whispering in conversation.

  I said, “Clarice, how is everything? Is anything happening that I would want to know about?”

  She said, “I think that Brenda has an update for you. Other than that, everything is good. Oh, in case you were wondering, Viola had fifty three orgasms in your latest round. I’m jealous.”

  I laughed quietly and I said, “You and me both. How is Marvella? Did she handle the boat trip and the sights of Havenrest OK?”

  Clarice said, “Joshua, she’s a delight. And she’s a very different person than she was yesterday. Lark and Brenda spent time with her, and she was healed from a lot of her past. You may need to send the others if they need help as well. This morning we’ve been trying on clothes that we unpacked from storage. Everyone has been getting dressed and undressed all day long. I thought that it would help her be comfortable taking her clothes off at the drop of a hat if she did it a hundred times. Amanda is beside herself. They’re both like little girls today. They are trying on bras and panties and swim suits and negligees and cocktail dresses and shorts and tight jeans. Oh, and you should see Brenda in a cocktail dress! My goodness. I know that we’re all as beautiful as all the rest, but her body reeks of sex when you put her in a long dress slit to the navel down the front and slit to above the waist on the side. We haven’t even gotten to the costumes and baby dolls and gingham farmer’s daughters. You should come play with us.”

  I said, “That sounds like a lot of fun, but I better wait until Marvella and Amanda aren’t playing with you.”

  Clarice said, “Probably so. Oh wow! Marvella just put on one of the farmer’s daughters and she isn’t wearing panties and she’s so cute. And by cute I mean totally fuck-able in the extreme. The bodice is sheer enough that her tits are covered in white with a little bib underneath, and you can see her nipples through the fabric. Anyway, it’s going well. This afternoon, we’re going to have a pool and hot tub party. Marvella will be so used to family bathing that she will think nothing of it from now on. It’s my turn, but I can keep talking.”

  I laughed very quietly and said, “No, you go ahead and take your turn. Let me talk to Brenda.”

  Brenda came on the communicator and said, “It’s always the same. I don’t mind though. I thinks it’s cute. You call me and the first thing you want to know is what I’m wearing. Sheesh. But I love it. OK, I’ll tell you. I have a really tight tank top that has trouble even pretending to cover my boobies and it’s too short and my belly button is showing. I have on a pair of tiny shorts that go so far up my crack that they look like they’re painted on and I left the top button undone and the zipper is down to just above my privates. But I’m barefoot, like you like. Next I get to try on the little shelf bra that cups my tits but doesn’t cover them. It’s lacy and white and has a baby blue ribbon that highlights it. I’m going to wear a white satin blouse and nothing else. Oh, Raven says hurry up and come fuck us. No, not just you Raven! He has to do all of us! Oh, shut up and put on something crotch-less. OK, I’m back. Raven is being incorrigible.”

  I said, “Um, I was wondering about our mystery guests.”

  Brenda said, “I told you, I can’t see what they’re wearing because fabric is transparent to the sensors. But I’ll try. OK, one of them is wearing a torn T-Shirt. It’s loose and because the neck is torn. It shows a lot of cleavage. And she has a lot to show. She has tight cut-off jeans and they have strategic tears across the rear, where the pockets are so that her bun flesh shows when she walks. The other one has a piece of buckskin for a skirt that is just barely long enough to cover her pussy. She might have a loin cloth underneath, but I can’t tell. She isn’t wearing a top at all. She has fur boots that come half way up her calves and she’s carrying a crude spear.”

  I said, “Is that so?”

  Brenda said, “As far as I can tell, but like I said, I can’t tell. What I can tell is that they traveled about nine miles along the river yesterday and spent the night in the woods. This morning, they are swimming downstream, letting the current carry them. They probably have logs that they’re using as floats. The river is running about three and a half miles an hour right now and they have made about nine more miles so far today. They may be at Skamanus in an hour or so. Damn, I look hot in this bra! I’m not wearing any bottoms and this is hot. You should see it. You know what, we have some handheld units that would display photos and video. We should dig one out…for safety reasons, so that we can exchange pictures when we need to.”

  I laughed very quietly and said, “That sounds nice…for safety reasons.”

  Brenda said,
“Joshua, Amanda is sitting on the sofa with Marvella laying her head in Amanda’s lap and Amanda is stroking her hair. It’s so cute. They’re so comfortable now.”

  I asked, “What did Marvella think of our castle? Did she tell you the story about the sleeper in the woods?”

  Brenda said, “Yeah, she told us the whole story. The girls knew about part of it but had forgotten. Marvella thinks that the castle is absolutely magical.”

  I asked, “Are you wearing panties now?”

  She said, “Nope. Sitting by myself in the bra with my back to everyone with my legs spread fingering my pussy and thinking about you.”

  I said, “Brenda, you masturbate?”

  She laughed and said, “Not usually. But, I wanted to be able to tell you that I was, so I was just now. It never occurred to me before. I don’t have the need to relieve myself unless you’re with me, and then I can feel really needy. I just did it so that I could tell you about it. What are you wearing?”

  I said, “Actually, I’m lying on the bed, naked with Viola. She’s sleeping. So, you really are doing that?”

  Brenda said, “Of course. I will never lie to you. Viola isn’t sleeping.”

  I said, “Viola are you sleeping?”

  Viola grinned with her eyes closed and stroked my penis and said, “Yes. I am. And having a nice dream.”

  I whispered, “Brenda, do you know how my sub-dermal implant works?”

  Brenda asked, “You mean to give you superpowers? Sure. It’s based on the slow release of chemicals and hormones, just like the girls. But the real superpowers come through the ear-piece, through sonic vibration, like the sleep music, not through the implant. Want to see?”

  I said, “Yeah, I kind of do.”

  She said, “OK. Cool. Hey, but it doesn’t do anything for your semen production. You understand that, right?”

  I said, “I don’t think that will make a difference. Let me see what it’s like.”

  She said, “OK. Tell Viola to stand back,” and I was suddenly hit by a wave of arousal with the effect that I was rock hard in an instant.

  I exclaimed, “Whoa!”

  Viola said, “Whoa! Master, that was fast. Oh, you look good,” and she immediately threw her leg over me and positioned herself for penetration. She struggled for a minute, fumbling between her legs with my penis, but I didn’t slide in.

  She bent down over me and said, “Master, it happened so fast that I wasn’t ready. Kiss me.”

  She put her face over mine and I kissed her deeply. I wanted her on me now and I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed. Viola began to buck against my hardness between her legs and within a minute, she reached down and grabbed me again and this time I slid in easily. Viola sat up and put her hands against my chest and closed her eyes and started riding me hard.

  Brenda said, “Well, since Viola just had a smashing orgasm, I take that at least she likes what it does for you.”

  I said, “Um, how often can we do this? It’s pretty nice. Wow, I’m so hard, but I feel like I could go forever.”

  She said, “I fed you a bit of auditory caffeine if you will, to go with your diamond-like erection. As for how often you can do it, the answer is far more often than you want. I could probably keep you that way indefinitely, no matter how many times you climax. And, I could do it even in your sleep. It isn’t a matter of how often you want it, it’s a matter of how long you can take it. It’s perfectly safe and it won’t explode your heart or anything like that. Wow, Viola is really going for it. I thought that she had a lot when you were with her a little while ago, but now she’s even more into it.”

  I said, “Viola, you like it that hard?”

  Viola still had her eyes closed, but said, “You are always this hard. It’s just that you have fucked me silly so many times already today that I feel like I’m ready to go all day if you want me to. When I saw how hard you got just now when I stroked you, I felt like you still loved me even more and I just got so aroused by it. You can do anything you want, and I wish you would. You feel so good inside me. Just wait, and let me stay here for a minute longer, and then tell me what you want me to do. Oh that’s good.”

  Brenda said, “Dude, it isn’t the hardness of your post…it’s you. That’s how we all feel. Why did you want me to light you up? That’s what we call it by the way. You just say, ‘light me up’ and it’s done. It was a code phrase that your grandfather made up so that it didn’t happen except when he really wanted it. But, anyway, you wanted it because you wanted to be with Viola because you love her. It isn’t even cheating. It’s actually kind of unselfish in a way. You love Viola and you have enjoyed pleasuring her this morning. And you liked what she did to you, so you wondered if I could help you make both of you happy a bit more. And the fact that you love her that way makes her horny and she wants to jump your bones and ride you to paradise. You know that right? It isn’t your super-cock that excites her. It’s her super-fella and the fact that he wants her so much that he’s always ready to ride her. Isn’t that what excites you? Not that we’re wet, but that we are ready for you whenever you want us? Because we love you?”

  Viola wasn’t paying attention and I was keeping my voice to a barest whisper as I said, “That’s true. Brenda, do you want to rush up here and be with us? I would like to be with you today.”

  Brenda said, “I can be there in ten minutes. I’m on my way to the garage now. The cars have never driven as fast between here and Paul’s as they’re about to. Is it OK is they see the car? So that I can come all the way to the house?”

  I said, “The window to the apartment is open. Just come all the way up and jump through the window of the sitting area. No, there’s a window in the bedroom. I’ll open it. Somehow. I think Viola might break the bed.”

  Brenda said, “I’m in the garage. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  I said, “Wait, what are you wearing?”

  Brenda said, “Still? That’s the only thing on your mind? I’m wearing almost nothing,. But I grabbed a dress on the way out and I’ll put it on in the car. Can’t come to the farm like this, Sweetie.”

  A minute later I said, “Viola, beloved, we have to open the window. Can you get up for a minute?”

  Viola opened her eyes and looked at me and said, “The window? OK.”

  She rolled over and put her feet on the floor, but before she stood up, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the bed with her. It was only a few feet between the bed and the window and Viola let go of me long enough to open it. She leaned her hands on the sill and spread her lags and said, “OK, you can do me in the window if that’s what you want. Oh, Joshua, I feel so good. Gosh yes, do me in the window!”

  I smiled. That wasn’t what I meant, but she was pushed back from the open window, waiting for me, and looked so beautiful in her arousal, so I wasn’t going to argue. I grabbed her hips and tilted her pelvis downward and pressed forward into her slit again. Just like before, when we were on the bed, and she was on top, I let her do most of the work, and she was happy to do so. She rotated her hips slowly, occasionally ramming herself against me as she clawed the wood of the windowsill and grunted.

  I said, “Brenda is coming to join us.”

  Viola moaned, “Oh, yeah. Brenda should absolutely join us in coming. And coming and coming and coming.”

  I laughed. This really was a lot of fun. And more relaxing than I would have imagined. My erection was firm, and it didn’t depend on my level of arousal. Because I didn’t have to maintain a constant stimulation, I was able to relax and enjoy it more than in any other way. It was funny in a way. Not funny, but happy. Joyful and easy. That was it. It was the easiest lovemaking that I had ever experienced. I didn’t have a care in the world…and I was having wonderful sex!

  I few minutes later, I saw the car approaching. When it stopped, the door opened and Brenda hurried out. She rushed to our window, smiling and said, “Can I come in?”

  Viola had been standing with her eyes closed tig
htly again and at the sound of Brenda’s voice, she opened her eyes and said, “Oh, Brenda! Yes yes! Come in and come with us!”

  Viola pushed backward from the window, and inadvertently shoved me onto the bed. I fell on my back, but my hands were still on Viola’s hips, and she fell hard on top of me, impaling herself deeply on my lap.

  She threw her head up and cried out, “Oh!” and started bouncing hard. Seconds later, she was obviously orgasming to the point where she could no longer move. I looked up and saw that Brenda had removed her dress and was now standing in just the shelf bra that she had described. She wore no panties; just the bra. Her breasts were supported, well, framed rather, because she needed no support. There were no bra cups, just fabric shelves that left her bare and her nipples and areola in plain sight. She did look hot. Really hot.

  Brenda stepped closer to Viola and putting her arms under Viola’s shoulders, lifted her up. She scooped the girl into her arms and laid her on the bed as I moved out of the way. I lay down on half of the large bed and Brenda approached me like a cat slowly stalking a mouse. She put her left knee on the bed beside me and swung the other over my middle. She didn’t put herself over my shaft right away, but rather leaned down and kissed me very sensuously.

  As we kissed each other, she dragged her breasts and nipples against my chest. I put my left arm around her body and reached my right hand down to find my penis so that I could hold it against her slit and labia. Brenda continued kissing me, still not settling down onto my shaft.

  Viola stirred beside us and a moment later, I felt her hand between my legs as she said, “Here, let me do that for you.”

  I was on my back and Brenda was on all fours above me, kissing me passionately, and now Viola was sitting between my legs behind Brenda, with my cock in her hand, teasing it against Brenda’s pussy. I watched over the top of Brenda’s shoulder as Viola sat on her knees and began to rub her breasts against Brenda’s bottom, her hand guiding me ever more firmly against Brenda’s crotch.