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Chapter 44
They kept Joan until Wednesday evening and the woman had the time of her
life. It wasn't constant sex, but there was constant companionship and a level
of acceptance she'd never felt before. Wednesday afternoon, she found herself
alone for a short time in the master bath. She stood looking at the mirror,
wondering what all these people saw in her.
She could admit she wasn't bad-looking ... for forty-two. But the women
here were just unbelievably beautiful. Why were the men and (she blushed) the
women here interested in her? Sure, she was an amazing business woman, but they
could have easily paid her for those services and never had anything to do with
her beyond that. But everyone seemed to genuinely like her -- and more, to find
her desirable.
Her breasts, never very large, were sagging slightly, less full than
they'd been in her youth. She had a bit of extra weight around the middle, even
if not very much, since she spent a lot of time in the gym. But some. She
turned to the side to examine the profile of her naked body. Her ass was pretty
good, but she looked ... soft. There was no way to hide her age, nor did she
*want* to feel like she had to. As she thought about it, she realized that no
one here actually had made her feel like she had to, but she still compared
herself to the other women. She just couldn't figure out why they wanted her.
"That is because you are looking in the wrong place for your answer,"
came a voice.
Joan spun and was faced with the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen.
Anywhere. She literally couldn't talk; hell, she couldn't even breath. Sweat
beaded on her skin, and her legs felt weak. Her nipples hardened into points,
and her sex, now neatly trimmed with shaved lips, grew damp.
"Look again," said the soft voice, as the woman indicated the mirror.
Joan did not recognize the person in the reflection, not at first. The
body was the same as hers, but the woman herself was different. Strong,
confident, intelligent -- all attributes she knew she had, but now displayed in
a way she'd never experienced. This woman, she knew, was desirable. Having this
woman submit to your sexual desires, share her desires with you, would be a
privilege. The strong vision faded until she was left with the reflection she
was used to. Almost. There was something lingering there, a glimpse of herself
that she'd never seen before. Her focus shifted, but the beautiful red head was
nowhere to be seen.
Ari poked her head into the room and said, "Hey, you coming down?
Dinner's ready"
Joan smiled at the minx, as she'd come to think of her, and nodded. She
was as naked as the teen, had been since yesterday, and realized that this was
possibly the longest time she'd ever spent naked. It felt good.
She smiled to herself thinking about all that had happened in just a day
or so. She'd spent most of her time with Ari, Ken and Jane, but Sally and Eric
and been with her, as well. They talked, they ate, had sex, swam, read, it was
amazing. What was more amazing was how she reacted to all of them. It wasn't
the same way she reacted to Genie and Bill. Bill had had her this morning, at
Ken's behest, and she'd enjoyed it. But he was different than the others. And
Sally had been very welcoming. Very open and sexy. Joan blushed, thinking
about how she'd been surprised to get a mouthful of milk when she'd sucked on
Sally's nipple. She should have known, of course, but it wasn't something she'd
thought of.
Well, sucking anything on a woman wasn't something she'd usually thought about.
Joan forgot about the woman who'd been in the bathroom with her until it was
time for bed, and she was standing in front of the same mirror.
She turned to Ken. "Did you have another friend here today? A redheaded woman?"
"No," replied Ken.
Joan got a confused look on her face. "But I saw her in the bathroom.
She was beautiful. I mean really, really beautiful, like no one I've ever seen."
"What were you doing when you saw her?" asked Ken, knowing full well
what had happened.
"Looking in the mirror," said Joan, blushing a bit.
"Well, there's your answer," replied Ken.
"What?"
"The beautiful woman. Must have been you," he smiled.
"Master, you're such a flatterer," said Jane, guiding Joan to the bed.
"That's not what I meant," began the woman as Jane lay her down. "I
don't even have red hair, ohhhh..."
Jane's tongue made her completely lose her train of thought. Ken's cock
sliding into her asshole completed the derailment and Joan was unable to think
clearly for a long time.
Thursday, Ken discovered what happens when you take five people who
worship a sex goddess to the beach. It wasn't that it was a disaster, but it
certainly was an interesting experience.
They all piled into the mini-van, it being the largest vehicle that
would hold all of them, and headed out. Ken was a bit unsure about taking
Arianwen and Jane to the beach. His trepidation only increased when he saw what
they planned to wear. Even the short glimpse he had of it before they put on
their wraps excited him. Goddess knew what it would do to the unsuspecting
public.
They decided to go to Venice beach, since the girls wanted to walk along
the boardwalk and look at all the shops and street performers. Ken was fine
with that and was fully prepared not to go into the water at all. He liked the
beach, but the Pacific was nothing if not freezing -- especially in June.
They started the day out on the beach, laying down on towels in the sand
and enjoying the sun. Ken noticed, after about a half an hour, there was a
circle of blankets around them. There was plenty of room on the rest of the
beach, and it was pretty early on a weekday, but people seemed to like being
near the spot the Circle had picked. Well, if nothing else, the ladies of the
Circle were well worth looking at.
Sally's bikini covered more skin than Jane or Ari's. Even though the
suit was something that only a Victoria's Secret model could normally pull off,
Sally did it with ease. It was a deep blue and outlined her beautiful body
perfectly. Her breasts, still heavy with milk, contrasted nicely with her
otherwise lean body. She generated a fair amount of attention, but no one was
willing to brave the Nordic god at her side to get too close. Eric, blonde
haired, tanned and now even bigger than he'd been before, garnered a lot of
female (and a few male) glances.
Ken was surprised that a fair number of female looks were directed his
way. By this time, they were all quite proficient at reigning in the pheromones
they produced, but somehow they still seemed to exude sexual attraction. He'd
never thought of himself as particularly attractive, but he had to admit he was
looking better than he ever had before. Regular workouts with Eric and the
martial arts classes were honing his body quite nicely. Women were noticing
that. He could see a number of men wondering which of the other two women was
his girlfriend; if they could figure that out, they could go for the unattached
one. He didn't think they'd believe that two of the three were his wives.
Still, it was Arianwen and Jane that drew the most eyes. Jane was
wearing a black thong with a top that barely covered her large breasts. There
was no doubt that she was totally shaved, since the strip covering her pussy was
tissue-paper thin and every line of her sex could be seen, including the bump of
her clit ring. The only time most people saw someone wearing a thong that small
was in a porno movie or a model shoot, so her beautiful body, lean and smoothly
muscled, definitely drew some stares.
Ari was wearing a tiny, pale-green thong. Her top barely covered her
nipples, and it was patently clear she, too, was pierced. The thong was so
small, she'd had to completely shave the rest of her pubic hair, and her pale
skin shone in the sun. The exhibitionist in her was really getting off on this.
Ari was the first to brave the ocean and Ken discovered that when she came out
of the water, the suit had become completely translucent.
"Ari," he said, admiring her shining, lithe form as she prepared to lay
down on her blanket, "were you aware that that suit is almost completely
see-through when it gets wet?"
She looked at him and blinked. "Really Master?" Blink, blink.
Ken sighed and shook his head. Not long afterward, since Ari had
successfully dared the waves without seeming too cold, he walked to the edge of
the water to try it for himself. It was cool, but to his surprise it wasn't
freezing. Enjoying the scents and sounds of the ocean, he stood there a moment
to let the waves wash over his knees.
He moved a little further out into the water and actually started
swimming around, his first time in the Pacific without a wet suit. While
playing in the swells, he admired a young teen who was body surfing. She was an
elfin little blond, enjoying a day of sun and water. Her slight curves were
hidden by the top of her wet suit, but he got flashes of a fantastic, compact
little ass as she rode the waves. She was chilled as the water was quite cold
today (what? cold? it was the warmest *he'd* ever felt it), but her body warmed
as she became aware of his attention. Ken decided it was time to go back on the
beach beforeLinda, the little blonde, drowned because he couldn't keep from
dipping into her thoughts.
He'd started wading in when he heard a shriek behind him. He turned
just in time to see Linda being swept toward him by a large wave, apparently out
of control and almost on top of him. He caught her body as she slammed into him
and rolled with the force.
She hadn't planned on hitting him quite that hard, but then, she'd had
no idea he'd still be standing when the wave hit him. They came up exactly as
she wanted them to: with his arms around her.
"Oh my God! I'm sorry, mister!" she said. Her eyes were a light blue
and her skin clear, with a sprinkling of freckles on it.
Ken read that she wasn't the least bit sorry; this had turned out even
better than she'd expected. "No problem," he replied, smiling. It felt odd to
know his smile made her wet, and not with sea water. "I'm sure that there are
far worse things that could have been hiding in a wave than a beautiful young
woman."
Linda blushed. At fourteen, she was not used to thinking of herself as
a woman.
Ken let her go, and she stood there panting as he walked back to the
beach. Linda was ready, very ready for sex -- at least physically. But he
sensed that emotionally, she'd end up overly attached to whoever took her
virginity, and that might be a bad thing if she weren't careful.
If there was going to be a problem today with someone laying their hands
on a Priestess, Ken figured it would be Ari or Jane that caused it. It wasn't.
It was Sally, the Priestess least likely to flirt. She'd decided to walk up to
grab some drinks for them when Ken felt a bolt of panic come from her. Eric put
the baby in Jane's hands and was gone in a flash. Ken still got to the small
store first.
"Hey mamma, you lookin' real good, ya know?" said one of the greasy
teens who had her cornered.
A quick scan showed that these guys weren't real trouble, at least not
to a woman, but they did get off on harassing them. They liked to pick fights
with guys, though, as long as the odds were good.
"Thanks. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to my husband and
baby," said Sally in a cold tone.
Normally, these guys would have just left her alone after seeing she
didn't like them, perhaps just making a few cat calls and maybe copping a feel.
But her fear had made her control slip, and now Sally's pheromones were filling
the air. They were now very horny and they wanted her bad. Ken and Eric sensed
that, this time, the group would go too far and pull Sally out back for a little
fun. It wasn't *completely* their fault. Only mostly.
Which was why Eric decided to let them live.
"Hey, Sally," he said walking up. "Can I give you a hand with the
drinks?"
Ken was happy that Eric didn't try to address the four guys cornering
his wife. He didn't want a confrontation.
Sally's voice was a little shaky when she answered, "Thanks, honey,
that'd be great."
"'Scuse me, guys," Eric smiled as he pushed forward.
Normally, that would have been that. Eric was just too big to fuck
with, at least without more of their pals to help out. But they were horny, and
now frustrated, and they wanted THIS woman.
"Hey, hold on man. What you think you doin'?" said their spokesman.
Eric frowned, as if noticing the smaller guy for the first time. "Oh,
just giving my wife a hand carrying back some drinks."
"Hey, that's a good idea," said the guy, his hormones overriding his
already not-so-good sense. "Why doan you take the drinks, and she can come back
later."
That was enough for Eric, whose tone went flat. "I don't think so."
"Hey, bro, I didn't ask you what you thought," said the mouth as he
moved closer to Eric. His eyes flashed to his friend who was behind the big
man. It was too late, though. Ken had caught the thought and was already
moving before the knife ever came out. Stupid guy number two was surprised when
a hand closed on his wrist before he could even get his knife clear of the
sheath. His face went white as the bones in his wrist bent from the force.
"You don't want to do that," said Ken very softly.
Mouth thought it was a grand time to take a swing at Eric. He actually
landed the punch, for all the good it did him. Eric just looked at him,
completely un-phased by the strike.
With far more patience than Ken would have granted, Eric said, "That was
your only chance. Now, why don't you move along?"
Wondering what happened to his backup, and apparently somewhat cowed by
the fact that Eric hadn't even seemed to notice the punch, Mouth started backing
off.
About that time, another guy was maneuvering behind Ken and decided to
hit him with a sap. It was an easy target and he didn't understand how he
missed. He was still wondering that as he tried to draw a breath while pain
blossomed through his diaphragm and he tried to hold on to his lunch. He hadn't
even seen Ken move. The guy with the knife was cradling his wrist and Mouth had
finally started to realize that this had been a bad idea. A fourth guy had been
standing off to one side, and had seen it all, and wisely figured no piece of
ass was worth messing with these two. It didn't hurt that Ken's presence had
dampened Sally's effect and the rest were starting to come to their senses.
Hands raised in surrender, Bright Boy snagged his pals and led them in hasty
retreat.
Ken was annoyed as they walked back to the blanket. Sally was shaking.
As many times as she'd been off Nemetodunum's grounds lately, she still felt
nervous and unprotected when she was. Ken's annoyance wasn't directed at her,
of course, but at himself. He should have realized that something like this
would happen and planned better. In the future, he thought as they sat down,
he'd have to teach Sally how to keep better control of herself. They all needed
to make sure that they could control their abilities to avoid situations like
this. And protect themselves for when they couldn't avoid a confrontation.
Sally was much better by the time they sat down, though she was
embarrassed that she'd caused a problem.
"Sally, they were cruisin'. They're moron's who get off on harassing
people. It normally wouldn't have gone very far. However," he smiled gently,
"you forgot how attractive you can be to someone. They kinda got too aroused to
think about the consequences.
He reached over and gave her a reassuring hug, then smirked humorlessly
as a thought occurred to him. "Though, quite frankly, I don't know what would
happen to anyone who tried to rape you."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I just get the feeling that Lea wouldn't be very amused," was Ken's
response.
Real rape was usually about violence and control and only partially
about sex. This attack would have been about sex. Were the women protected
somehow? It was a troubling thought if they weren't. If they ended up as
targets because of their intense sexual attraction, that would be horrible. But
Jane and Ari were out and about all the time, and they had no problems. He knew
from their comments that men came on to them a lot, but a polite 'no' had always
worked.
Speaking of Ari, he thought, where the hell was she?
As soon as he thought that, he knew. She was with Linda. A very
confused, very horny, Linda.
They were in a concealed area under a pier, and Ari had the girl's
bottoms pushed aside with her tongue working over the girl's sparsely-haired
cunt. Linda smelled and tasted like the sea, and Ari was enjoying every second
as she drew a huge orgasm out of the girl. How, Linda was wondering, wondered,
could another girl make her feel this way? What about love? Romance? Her
thoughts fragmented from another orgasm that caused her to collapse to her
knees. Ari drew away and kissed her.
"Linda hon, there's a difference between sex play and true love," she
said, obviously picking up on an earlier part of a conversation. It was weird
-- it felt to Ken almost like he was there. He could faintly smell Linda's
sweat and, of course, Ari's very familiar scent. "See what I mean now?"
"Sort of," said the panting girl. She really wasn't thinking too
clearly.
"Don't think that breaking that little bit of skin between your legs
means real love, forever. If that's what your virginity means to you, than by
all means, keep it until you find true love. But just because you give it up to
some guy doesn't mean he's gonna see it the same way." Ari leaned forward and
kissed the girl deeply, then left.
Linda was recovering now. She had no idea what to make of the
experience she'd just had. A complete stranger, a girl just a few years older
than her, had given her the best orgasm of her life. She'd been sure that that
could only happen with her true love; that any man who could make her feel this
way *would* be her true love. Ken's perspective shifted, and he saw that Linda
would have been very, very disappointed in Bob, a handsome senior she knew who
would have fucked her, then left her. Her life wouldn't have been ruined, but
it would have been years before she had understood why he hadn't loved her.
Ken saw that she might or might not have sex with Bob, most likely not,
now. But her perspective on sex and love had been radically changed by her
chance encounter with Arianwen. Ken could feel Ari's body tingling with lust.
The other teen was very pretty, but Ari had done all she was going to do with
her.
Time and place refocused, and Ken was back with the rest of his Circle.
When Ari got back, they packed everything up and went for a walk. There
were street performers, all kinds of shops for food and tourist junk, and, of
course, dozens of beautiful women. Eventually, they passed the area that was an
outdoor gym.
Lots of very big guys, and quite a few big woman, were pumping iron in
the hot sun. Of course, this drew Eric's attention, and he stopped to watch.
He caught the eye of a well-muscled, dark-skinned woman who smiled at him.
"Hey big guy, you're on the wrong side of the fence," she smiled,
admiring his shirtless form.
Ken admired her body. She was clearly of Mexican descent and was well
cut. Her skin gleamed darkly with sunscreen and sweat. She flipped her
shoulder length, dark hair as she spoke to Eric.
"Naa," he replied with a smile. "It's too hot for me to be liftin'."
"Hey Wanda, don't bother the guy," said another woman. She was also
dark-skinned, but in her case it was because of a tan. She was as tall as Jane,
but even more heavily muscled than her partner. It was obvious to Ken that she
and Wanda were lovers. "Sheesh, he's got a wife and kids with him," she smiled,
shaking her head.
"Hey, I don't know they're his," replied Wanda. "For all I know they
belong to the scrawny one." she said indicating Ken.
Ken chuckled from the comment. He saw that this was a game for these
two. They were lovers, but did manage to entice the occasional guy or gal to
spend time with them. But not just anyone would do -- they had to be very
strong.
"Yo, what you laughin' at," asked the big woman. She was still smiling,
but he could see it was a challenging smile.
"Now look who's buggin' people," said Wanda to the blonde woman.
"They're not gonna wanna talk to us, they already got three women with 'em.
Well two and that little one. Come on and leave 'em alone. I need a spotter,"
said Wanda, starting to turn back toward the weights.
"What?" said Ari in mock-distress, "I don't count as a woman?"
The blonde walked over to the fence and looked through it. She towered
over Arianwen. "Honey, maybe in a few years you'll be old enough to be a
woman." She paused. "Not that you're not delectable now." This last was said
to shock, but of course, that didn't work.
Ari grinned, and Ken knew trouble was coming. "Ari," he said in a
warning tone.
"Sounds like Daddy's callin'." Then she said in a loud stage whisper,
"If you can slip away later, come on back."
"Hey, I'll bet I can out lift you," said Ari.
Ken put his head in his hands. She might be right, but Ken didn't think
it would be a good idea for her to actually prove it. Besides, he had doubts
that Ari *could* out lift the woman. They were all quite strong, and getting
stronger, but Wanda and her friend were big girls, and Ari didn't weight-train.
Wanda let out a bark of laughter. "Honey, your Daddy couldn't out lift
Susan."
Ken was ready to walk away at this point. They'd all had their fun.
The lifters had determined that neither of the men, or women, would rise to
their challenge, and so they'd look for someone else to entertain them this
afternoon.
Eric had other ideas.
"I bet he can," he said.
"Eric," said Ken, his tone warning the big man not to continue.
He was in the minority. Their High Priest had been challenged and they
wanted to show he was up to it.
"What you got to bet, hot stuff?" asked Wanda's partner. "I don't think
your wife's gonna like the terms of payment when you lose."
Sally, too, rose to the bait, obviously over the earlier incident. With
a big grin, she looked at Wanda and said, "Make your terms, Wanda. We'll pay
up." Had his Circle gone nuts?
"Hey guys, this is not a good idea," said Ken.
He was soundly ignored as the three slaves, who were not about to see
their Masters insulted, bargained with the lifters.
"If he out lifts you," said Jane, "you two are ours for an hour. If he
fails, then you get to choose any or all of us for the same amount of time."
The women were surprised. It had been clear what they were trolling
for, but they'd rarely had it set up as this sort of challenge.
"Even her?" asked Wanda pointing to Arianwen.
Ari leaned into the fence and purred, "For one hour, I'll do whatever
you tell me." She licked her lips and Wanda felt lust slam into her gut like a
fifty-pound weight. "Anything," finished Ari with emphasis.
"That's twice, Ari," said Ken.
Arianwen looked at him in confusion.
"We'll talk about it later," said Ken. "Let's get this over with."
Wanda met him at the entrance and got him and Eric inside. Apparently,
the guy knew the game Wanda and Susan played and he let Ken and Eric in with no
trouble. He looked at Eric and said, "Gee, I'd like to get in on this bet."
"Gerry," said Susan, "back down, boy. I doubt he swings that way."
Gerry looked hopeful, but Eric just shook his head.
"What's your max?" he asked Eric while they walked back to the bench
where the women were setting up for the bet. Eric told him, and he blinked,
sure the man was lying.
"Here's the way it works," said Susan with an evil grin. "You gotta
beat what I lift." She indicated the bench to Ken and said, "You'll use that."
Ken nodded. He knew she had something up her sleeve. She didn't know
if Ken wanted to have sex with her, but she knew she wanted Eric. Still, she
had every intention of winning, so that she'd be able to have the choice. If
they really weren't into it after she won, she'd let them walk.
She started piling weight onto the squat bar, and Eric realized what was
going on.
"Hey," he said, "That's not fair. You can't squat while he benches!"
"He agreed," said Wanda smiling. "You wanna back out? All you lose now
is some pride."
Ken shook his head no, and Susan prepared her squat. There was a lot of
weight on the bar: four hundred and five pounds. Not a world record, but a hell
of a lot of weight. Even so, he knew that she thought Eric would be able to
bench it, but not him. She did her squat, her form perfect, and carefully
maneuvered the bar on back onto the rack.
Susan turned toward him with a big smile, and they loaded the other bar.
"You want me to spot you?" she asked sweetly. "Looks like you're gonna need
it."
"Nope," replied Ken. "But thanks, anyway."
"Hey," said Gerry, "No spotter, no lift."
Ken shrugged and looked at Susan, who positioned herself at the head of
the bench. Now he saw why she offered to spot. Her baggy shorts gave a clear
view of her hairy pussy. He could smell her easily and knew she was getting
aroused by the thought of watching Ari with Wendy while having Eric fuck her.
Ken also knew that she'd stacked the odds, so as he reached for the bar, he
casually said, "Eric, could you please add another ten? After all, the bet was
to be able to lift more, not the same."
"Damn, you don't miss a trick do you?" said Wanda.
"On each side?" asked Eric.
"Sure, why not," replied Ken.
Then he pulled the bar off the rests and slowly benched the weight.
Five reps.
When he sat up, he looked at Susan's stunned face. Ken opened his
wallet and took out a card with his cell number on it. "Give us a call when
you're ready to pay up."
The women didn't realize, until the Circle had left, that they'd been
given an out. He'd asked them to call him, rather than taking their number.
Clearly, Ken wasn't expecting them to call. Susan looked at Wanda and knew that
he was wrong.
The small group had dinner at a cozy restaurant with a great view of the
ocean. The unpleasant incident completely forgotten as they laughed and joked
about the bet they'd made with Wanda and Susan. Finally, relaxed and happy,
they headed home.
Ken slept in the next day, as Ari, Sally and he had made love until very
late. He grabbed a piece of fruit, then headed to his personal dojo. Only
minutes after he started to stretch, Arianwen and Jane slid inside and started
to warm up as well. He started on the basic punches and kicks, and they
mirrored his every move. Same with the katas, stopping only when he moved on to
the very advanced ones that he hadn't even done in class yet.
They were all in the shower afterwards, when he said, "If you guys are
going to learn this stuff for protection, we need to talk. If you're doing it
for exercise, then feel free to continue."
The ladies looked at each other and said, "Protection."
Ken sighed. "Look, you really should be training with a black-belt who
knows what he's doing. Just following the motions won't teach you how to
actually use it, if you need it."
The look they gave him told him everything. "Fine," he said. "But
unless you're willing to start sparring and running the techniques against me
and yourselves, you can't train anymore."
"Yes, Master," said Jane. "I'll get us some gear."
He shook his head. "Only hand protection and a mouth guard. You won't
have a head guard or chest guard on the street."
They nodded in agreement.
Later that afternoon, Ken was surfing the web out by the pool when his
cell phone rang. He knew before picking it up it was Arianwen and that she was
very upset.
"Ari?"
"Ken," she said, her voice shaking. She was angry, no doubt about it.
Afraid, too. "I have a really big problem."
"What's wrong?" he said, sitting up.
"It's Tina, Sir. Mom threw her out."
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