Walking through felt automatic, as though a scene in a dream that was forced to play out. It was complete dissociation, in a sense.
Only the greater details of the bedroom were now present. For a master bedroom, it was an impressive, spherical room, with a pane of thick glass running along the front of it, where beyond the afternoon horizon shuddered into evening hues, the stars arriving in earnest, and where other things remained, those which I had no desire to study; a portrait of a painting you would be proud of but forgot long ago. Much of the bedroom was sparse, save for that large, ovaloid silk bed, and for the girls on top.
Both had taken notice of me, where before they were enraptured by the horizon, the sound of the sliding passage alerting them. Either appeared restless and waiting, somewhat decently covered by the stained silk sheets, our scent wafting from there. Either had gingerly curled alongside each other with Eve’s back laid bare, and with Wine’s endowment exposed and voluptuous, having waited, waiting for me.
This will be hard.
Wine was the first to voice, “Thelamein, hol eaara rieff?”
Very hard.
I stood my distance, crossing my arms. “I can’t have either of you here. Do you understand?”
It was then Eve twisted about, exposing her breasts to me as though it were casual, a no big-deal display. She bore a deeply confused and concerned expression, eyes staring owlishly at mine. She said nothing.
“We… can’t do this,” I repeated, staring at another entryway, one of completely tinted glass.
There was another moment of silence before Eve answered. “Loyaaraml… eaara hol col dsarsa lirli. Diriangie rie loyaaraml aras lutsryo Nabeora.”
Wine pulled her friend close, whispering something into her ear, as though sharing a secret among friends. The exchange was long, but shifted the strawberry blond’s expression, like a reaction to gossip of a sorority.
In my awkward wait, a realization dawned on me: I could just leave. It might very well be the case that this was their home, and I was their guest. It wasn’t as though they were holding me hostage… right?
But where would you go, doofus? Do you even know where you are?
I looked out toward the window, now desiring some landmark that would indicate where I was, again only met by the evening horizon and distant landscapes… Is that a forest?
Repeating myself, I caught their attention, “I can’t do this. I have to go.”
Both seemed to gaze at me, now with wondrous expressions. Wine spoke, her voice seeming to intone a question, “Eaara hol cvrianorsa Uml Irlsa, pphes?”
I shook my head, “I can’t understand you.” I can barely understand myself. I pointed to myself, then slowly toward the window. “I. Should. Leave.”
She was slow with her next word, like a foreigner to a new tongue. “OuldEr’da?”
My expression changed, for the words sounded familiar. She seemed to take my reaction as an answer. “Saryimu, Angelo?”
This is going nowhere, I thought, brushing white strands away from my eyes. “I still can’t…Christ, we’re talking in circles,” I finished with a chuckle-murmur.
Eve suddenly removed herself from Wine, throwing the silk sheet away as it fluttered daintily to the bed, her delicate feet landing softly to the warm floor. She practically dashed to me, and I had moved back for us to stand no more than a foot away. A new, firmness filled her eyes.
I noticed just how lithe she is, and how pretty her face is with small cheek bones and a round jaw; white skin blemished and mildly beach-tanned; a mouse-like nose with a crescent bridge; and beige lips, smaller than full that could sing children to sleep. Narrow are her shoulders, wider are her hips, both meeting to a small waist and modest, shapely breasts. It was though she ran as a passion, and she made herself aerodynamic in the pleasing of ways.
From my height I had to look down to her, her head falling just below my nose. For someone so fragile yet muscled, she was relatively tall, her pear shaped body eliciting a primal fury.
Oh no…
I felt my nipples harden, legs and arms stiffening, my breath strong, the phallus surging in heat as Eve’s hand reached, her palm resting flat in the valley between my breasts. Inch by inch she brought herself closer, and I was turned to stone, the eyes of Medusa having pierced me. I gazed deep into those dark eyes, dark eyes that are grey, dark eyes that begged, dark eyes that pleaded.
Damn you, and damn you to hell.
She stood close enough that our bosoms touched, her other hand slowly undoing the wrapped towel. I could feel how hard her nipples were.
“Lou-ve?” She struggled to say.
Fuck it.
Our lips met, and a surprise yelp left her. Our tongues lashed and tasted, teeth biting on lips as our heads pushed and pulled, her taste of cedar and palm oils flooding in me as heat into stone. I felt the towel forcefully removed as both my rod and body pressed into her, our passion unobstructed and free.
Wine made a triumphant laugh, murmuring something in that sing-song voice of hers. Over Eve’s shoulder I briefly caught her excited yet mischievous eyes. Oh… you’ll get your turn, you Harpy.
The girl’s arms constricted around my neck, forcing us closer as our hips pressed roughly, forcing us to a shape, my hands reaching for her rear and grabbing, feeling smooth and firm like the rest of her. On her tip toes she raised herself, and in one swift motion, with me as leverage, she hoisted herself into a straddle, locking her legs above my lower spin. The heat of her own lower region, the taste of her mouth, and the energy we shared, sent me wild and stumbling back.
My head connected with the wall in an audible thump. “Ouch!”
Eve buried her head into my shoulder, trying to stifle a laugh and snort. As soon as the pain receded, our foreplay resumed in earnest.
At some point, Wine forced herself into our tangled mess, having herded us to the bed by the tug of her delicate hands. Eve remained straddled to my waist, her hips sliding forth and back along my erection, her fluids mixing with mine as I sat us on the edge. All three of us exchanged kisses and hickeys, playful touches and gropes. It took every ounce of will power to reserve myself.
Wine brushed close to our ears, whispering low and energetically, “Syvis, adff wir eaara hol wir turtogayrie muryp, adff wir xiysas eaara rayff gie wir bierpse mayermie gp'afl su wir uencvpsa!”
Removing herself from my nipple, Eve huffed with wide eyes and whispered next to my ear, “Thelamein, ay sad egala turtogayrie muryp, ay rayff re gala nnaymlpier mayrie sa bierpse mayermie gp'afl. Ay rieau eaara ayr die.”
Uuuugh, fuuuck. “Yeah baby, that’s it, keep singing to me. Keep whispering to me. Let me hear you scream!”
She chortled, again burying her head into my chest. Crap, that sounded sexier in my head. “Ay tsarcol orliramsarl eaara. rie tsar gholme orliramsarl rianonn uxiyir,” she said.
Removing herself from my neck, Wine backed away, allowing me to stand and lift Eve with strain, higher and higher to where her head was above mine. She sensed what was coming and angled her lower self, my very tip touching her ass, shifted to her very wet sex by her friend’s assistance. Excited, aren’t you?
I slid her down, and both of us moaned. Oh hell! Hold!
An inch down, past her parted lips, and she was already babbling silly, laughing to herself as though to slapstick. “Uw hul, ays aur heth, heth, heth, c'af'afu heth! Nuuusha!”
Another inch down, her moans grew more labored, her inner walls clamping tight on my inserted shaft. I gritted my teeth, barely holding it in. “F-ffuuuck! Not so tight!”
Another inch down, she started to shift, her nails digging into my back, her head pushing into the nape of my neck. Her channel only grew more narrow and hot. Hot. Hot.
Another inch down, her moans became pained, filling me with worry that I had pushed too far.
Too far?
I looked down, seeing just how far I went, seeing how far her lips had parted from my girth. Holy Hell, she’s a champ! “Are you alright? Does this hurt?”
She muffled something into my shoulder.
“Okay… okay. How about this?” I twisted about, shifting us so that Eve’s back was to the bed. I placed us gingerly on the mattress, Wine scooting to the side as we stayed as one, myself bridging over her. That seemed to bring her relief.
“Ararsmie duloe,” she hushed in a cocky smile, eliciting an unfeminine snort from her friend.
“Araasmin duh low,” I tried repeating, to which both started laughing at me. I’ll be here all night, fuckers.
I started pushing back and forth, my rod rubbing all along her inner fire. I noticed there was a bulge to her lower midriff that followed the length of my cock. Is that supposed to happen?
In response, she spread her legs and tucked her ankles behind my thighs, arms again snaking around my neck, mouth agape in pure ecstasy, constricting me like loose rope. Her eyes glowed so fully they brought me closer, so fully did I see her peak. “How does that feel? Are you close? Are you close?”
She uttered a long moan in response. “You better be close, you better cum, because I will.”
Back and forth I moved, and I felt her walls grow tighter. Back and forth, she bit her lip, trying to hold in another string of moans. Back and forth, off to the side, her hand reached for her friend’s, and they clasped tight.
Perhaps it was a grunt I made, perhaps it was my sudden lift that hit a g-spot, perhaps my rhythm finally broke through, perhaps it was all of it, for she curled into me, hips thrusting as her fluids flooded past my rod, a series of screams and pure, blissful laughter bringing me to release.
“God!” Damn!
It was one thrust to another, then a slow halt that was demanded by my body for an unobstructed stream to her deepest reach. My hands clenched the blanket on either side of her. I dipped lower so our breathing was a hair width away. I groaned lowly, she sang slowly. Our climax was powerful. And it lasted.
And lasted…
We soon both crumpled like a poorly built, Link N Log house, either of us panting heavily. We laid there motionless, caught under our flood, drowning and gasping for air.
Minutes of pure bliss passed, and I felt a subtle tapping on my shoulder. Eve muffled something in my bosom, clearly struggling to breath. Ah… oops. Shifting my legs I rose, repositioning so that I knelt. She shone with a sheen of sweat and other fluids, her hair ruffled but tamed. The girl’s breasts heaved for one breath after another, her laughter filling the gaps. This has to be gay, I wondered, viewing my endowment and inserted rod, eyeing the fucked-silly Eve and our mess. Naaah…
Wine adjusted herself, hugging close to my side as Eve’s mirth melted to a string of singing profanities, “Fotr… Fotr… Naame nnpayam… Naame hul… Naame naame…”
“Nahmeee…” I parroted, which elicited another snort.
I was tugged by my chin, for Wine's grasp was firm as she took my lips with her own. We fell into a slow rhythm, more deliberate and electric than Eve’s fire and passion, our tongues caressing each other. Her taste and scent reignited the inferno. Huh… already?
In a sudden surge and low moan, I allowed another series of streams to leave me, liberally filling Eve in a way that caused her to moan, and at her lower lips something else started to leave her.
Wine had sensed what was happening, and in parting our kiss she spoke huskily, “Eaara hol giesa litauayloy. Csary cudie fryo die.” With one hand cupping my chin, and the other splayed on top of her friend’s midriff, where my rod rested, her mischievous eyes narrowed to pink slits.
My eyes danced along her every corner and curve, gazing at pink lips that could whisper your dirtiest secrets over a jaw more v-shaped than round. Her breasts–defying gravity–strongly round and pronounced out toward the sides of her biceps; the areola and nipples as wide as my thumb; uplifted by wide shoulders and a firm waist to subtle hips; her frame an inverted pear with definition in all that mattered.
I had separated myself from the strawberry blond in a slow and smooth motion that was much less painful for her than I would have thought, our fluids leaking from her widened lips. Without our connection, she adjusted herself so that she remained firmly against the bed’s headboard and pillows, languidly spreading herself for exhaustion had taken her.
It was next to her that Wine had placed us, pushing me to my back so that my head rested on Eve’s outstretched arm and the pillows below, angled in such a way that the phallus stood full and straight, its layer of semen and sweat glowing in the room's now dim, blue-hued lights. Wait, weren’t they yellow before?
I looked around the room, noting that through the window, the landscape and horizon now fell under the domain of the night sky, the stars twinkling over fading red and blue strands of disappearing light, piercing the backdrop of barely visible, purplish and red clouds. Is that you, Milky Way?
Have we been going at it that long?
She again grabbed my attention with a kiss, her hair tickling my eyes and cheeks. It had been so gentle that it was enticing, just as her words were. “Fayff die s'af?”
I groaned, biting my lip involuntarily, feeling her enchantment returning within me in earnest. My rod stiffened straighter, bending closer to my stomach, and in noticing this she turned predatory. How the hell do I have this much stamina?
Leaning back, she positioned herself so that the base of the phallus was pressed against her at her base, legs straddling firmly to my hips, and began sliding up and down; and I could feel just how wet she was, how she churned my fire. I grabbed her thighs, for slowly did I move to her dance, slowly and deliberately as a dancer. We were content like this, for a long while we cherished this, caressing each other, leaning in for kisses and bites, building and building. This wasn’t a sprint, not a marathon. It is a stroll through Oregon junipers, and she bent and swayed like one in wind and snow.
Eve, at some point, buried herself into my neck, her arm wrapping around to fondle one of my breasts, every so often pressing her lips along my side that sent sparks through me. I nudged us closer, her head nestling against my shoulder as she observed. “Naar lilic xiysas fadam?”
“Ays fadamc prianom… fotr!” Wine uttered between sighs, pushing herself and my rod forward, pressing us tight together as her arms snaked under mine and around my neck, forcing us into a kiss. It was strangely even slower, more passionate, more caring, as though sharing lolly pops.
Our makeout lasted for mere minutes, our lower rhythm unbroken, which seemed forever and yet it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
She bent her head, exposing her decadent neck. “Aur xiyaur h'afl? Hol eaara h'afl?”
The answer had me pressing myself there, gently biting. She was silent, but pushed in, her scent seeping into me. My love taps trailed along her side, tasting her breast, licking her chest, searching her midriff, for she slid further and further forward until I could feel the end of my sex press into hers “Tsar eaara ssarie die?”
My only response was a grunt, a nibble and a kiss. I felt a hand adjust my rod, its tip placed firmly against her lower lips. She pushed herself back, and I slid in. She moaned, I moaned, we moaned. Another inch in, her breath hitched. She was tighter than her friend, her fire burning me as badly, sobadly. Another inch, her breathing became excited, and she cursed in a pretty song: “Fotr… fotr… fotr!” Her hips rocked, a slight nudge here, a small push there, and a massage here, compensating for our inexperience. Another inch, and she cried out, an octave higher than I was comfortable with.
I started to lift to ease her, but she pushed me down, her glowing, bright glowing, soul-filled glowing pink eyes looking down on mine. There was pain but passion. “Amirian!” I heard her breath. I simply nodded dumbfounded.
Deeper and deeper she pushed herself, her cries interspersed with pleasurable sounds. Inch by inch, and she had reached my base. Slowly, she sat up straight, swaying again in a juniper’s motion, gently lifting, nudging forth, pushing back. Hold you sonofabitch. Hold…
She stared down at me with half lidded eyes, pink eyes. The swaying remained, a dance to an invisible wind, pronouncing a bulge in her belly…
I… can’t!
Streams were released, my hips bucking smoothly as I let out a low moan. I kept looking at her, watching to maintain composure, keeping herself in motion, her only reaction a subtle grimace. It couldn’t be helped. This felt right.
Even as I collapsed, she persisted, and in several moments she found her own release, her very walls clamping down on me, a hot fluid seeping down along with my own. It was a silent pleasure. Gracefully, without removing herself, she lowered herself onto me, using my chest as a head rest, placing tender kisses along my collar to lips. “Mmil die pieam… Lu col eaara lhol dury…”
Unsure of what to do, I remained there, trapped as a fleshy bed for someone I had almost certainly gotten pregnant. In that post-nut clarity, I should have been ashamed. Rather than dwell on should-haves, I wrapped us in a hug, twisting to the side so that Wine was sandwiched between me and Eve who had taken to pressing herself against us. Legs intertwined, arms snaked and settled, and we filled our gaps, and we all fell asleep.
At some point, my mind stirred to the press of familiar lips. I responded by nudging forward and grunting sleepily, hearing a faint whisper, “Xiysarr eaara.”
“You’re welcome,” I hushed back.