Double Time
Chapter 80
“In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.”
—Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders
I STOPPED SO SUDDENLY, Desi ran into my back. It was a good thing she wrapped her arms around me or I might have fallen flat. In front of me were three of my girlfriends, wearing panties. And nothing else. The bed had been turned down. The lights were low and I noted the candles were all fakes. I was certain fire laws prohibited candles in a room.
If there ever comes a time when you want three teenage girls standing in front of you in nothing but their panties, these are the three you should choose. Rachel with her beautiful tight bosom and hard nipples begging to be sucked on. Livy, who seldom wore a bra unless she was playing a sport to protect her round champagne glass mounds with almost transparent nipples perched upon them. And Beca. My God! I’d seen her breasts before. I’d touched those rosy nipples. But seeing them just displayed with her bare from the waist up and not wearing much below sucked the blood out of my head. I thought I’d faint.
“What…?”
“Terms of the auction,” Rachel said softly. “Witnesses to the virgin sacrifice and indebtedness of the high bidder.”
“You’re not really going to… um… check to see…”
“Easy, Jacob,” Desi said. “A girl should have attendants for her deflowering. I chose the ones who had already been down there for a close look before. And besides, if someone is getting me ready for you, someone should be getting you ready for me, right?”
“Yeah. I mean, I just never imagined we’d have company.” I was still light-headed when Rachel put her lips against mine as Beca kissed Desi. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t agree to while Rachel is kissing me. I wrapped my arms around her and clutched her like my life preserver as she breathed life back into my lungs.
Livy started helping undress me and Rachel slipped over to help Beca with Desi. Livy’s method was to remove an article of clothing and then kiss and lick any skin it revealed. I quickly lost track of whatever was happening to Desi as Livy proved to be a master at edging me.
Rachel returned to kiss me and Livy dissolved away to help Beca with Desi. At least that’s what I thought she’d do. Suddenly, my cock was sliding into a hot wet mouth and I gasped, nearly ready to erupt. I reached down to the long silky locks and froze. I won’t profess to be able to identify each of my lovers by the slightest touch but there are certain characteristics that are a dead give-away. One of them is size. Only one girlfriend had the delicate features and petite frame of the one sucking my cock.
“Bec? Beca? God, honey, if you keep that up… You don’t have to do that. Beca…”
She crawled up my frame, rubbing my bare cock across her breasts and stomach as she climbed to kiss me.
“It wasn’t yucky, was it?” she whispered.
“No! God, no! But you don’t have to do things that repulse you just because you are my girlfriend. I love you. Just like you are.”
She giggled and kissed me again while rubbing against me. “It’s the only cock I’ve ever actually wanted to touch. Now come with me to the bed. You have another lover who needs your attention.” She led me to the bed and I lay down beside Desi.
“You know I’m not going to last long, don’t you, Desi?” I croaked as we kissed.
“I’ve already come once,” she giggled. “I don’t think they meant to let me but I snuck it in. Kiss me, lover. I want you so much.” I kissed her. Lord, how I kissed her and petted her boobs and felt her writhe beneath my touch. Desi gasped and stiffened in what I was sure was an orgasm. I glanced down and saw Beca between Desi’s legs. She grinned up at me and pulled back. She gave Desi a little push and my cos-playing girlfriend rolled on top of me. “Snuck another one in. Can I sneak you in?”
“You’re in control, honey. I want you so much.”
Desi lifted and a hand grasped my cock to lift it to her entrance to swipe the head through her moisture. Ha! It was nearly a flood.
“Isn’t it hot to have her guiding us together?” Desi whispered. I couldn’t see between our bodies, but Rachel and Livy were standing next to the bed kissing with their fingers flying in each other’s pussy. That meant it had to be Beca guiding me. “Ah! That’s it! I’m not a virgin any longer!” Desi screamed as I felt the sudden give and the head of my cock sank into her. “Just wait. Let me get used to it. Nothing’s ever been in there before. Oh, God, I’m stretched!”
“It’s only just begun,” Rachel said.
“Really? There’s more?”
“Take it at your own pace, sweetheart. Don’t force anything,” I said. I felt her gradually pushing down on me, pulling back, and pushing down again. I moaned.
“Am I hurting you?” she asked.
“Anything but. I’m just afraid I won’t last until you’re… Ah!” Desi dropped all the way down and with that slide I started pumping inside her.
“I feel it! I feel it coming! I… Oh! Yes!” Desi rose and fell again on my shaft and screeched out an orgasm that was not the equivalent of sneaking one in. She kept panting and screaming, lifting up and sliding down again. One thing was for sure, I wasn’t going to soften with this action. I was amazed that Beca was still handling and caressing my balls while Rachel and Livy moved to bracket us and kissed both of our faces as the tremors started to fade.
“I love you, Desiree,” I said. My words were echoed by the three other voices in the room.
“I love you, Jacob. If it’s like this every time, I might not survive.”
“I doubt I can ramp you up that high by myself,” I laughed, bouncing her up and down on my chest.
“What are you doing for the next fifty years of our lives, girlfriends?” Desi asked. “Oh, God! I want more!” She started lifting and lowering herself on me more rapidly. At least this time, I thought I could last a little longer.
“Can we make love in the shower, too?” she asked as the water cascaded over us.
“Anywhere you want,” I said. She’d had three more orgasms as I built to my next one and rolled us over to pound into her from the top. “After all, I’m your sex slave for a week.”
“Yeah. Wash my hair, slave,” she giggled. “I think we’ll save shower sex until later. My pussy feels bruised.”
“I’ll kiss it and make it better,” I said.
“Oh yeah. But now that I’ve felt it, I’ll want this inside me whenever possible.” She stroked my soft cock while I shampooed her hair and rinsed. We finally got out of the shower and dried, taking our time to kiss each other often.
When we walked into the bedroom, the bed was fresh and turned down for us. The girls were gone.
“Will you cuddle me for a while, Jacob? I feel so wonderful being next to you and knowing that I never have to protect myself from you again. I can take you into my no-longer-virgin pussy any time we want.”
“I dread facing Riley and Riko in the morning.”
“We’ll order room service and not see them until we’re ready for the show tomorrow evening.”
“Then come and let me tell my lover how wonderful she is and how much I love her.”
We cuddled in the bed and fell asleep. We woke and made soft, gentle love in the middle of the night and more vigorously in the morning.
“Well, it looks like the costumes still fit, so no harm done,” Riko said when we showed up for an early dinner dressed as Vision and the Scarlet Witch—a costume we’d worn in Indianapolis. We were saving Issei and Rias for the show tomorrow.
“Mom, what could possibly have changed?” Desi asked innocently.
“Well, you never know what blossoming maturity will do for a girl,” Riley laughed.
“Mom. Dad. It was wonderful. Thank you so much for being such wonderful parents.”
The show was a needed interruption to our time in bed. I could tell by the way Desi walked that she needed a little healing time. We did a lot more holding hands during the show than we had at others and I thought Desi was simply glowing. After we were finished for the evening, I made good on my promise to kiss it better and we managed once more in the shower before we fell into bed and went to sleep.
I remembered how V1’s Professor Desiree Whitcomb had turned dominance into humiliation and was glad Desi showed no signs of that.
“Well?” Em demanded on the phone Saturday morning before we headed to the show in our costumes.
“Yeah,” I said. “It was really great. I was so worried about whether she’d built too high an expectation over the past year but everything was great. Really great.”
We headed to the show dressed in our incredible Rias and Issei costumes. The prosthetic contraption Riley made for my arm was a big hit. I could hit a button under my fingers and the thing would boom out “Red Dragon Emperor boost!” and a green light would come on. Fans really got into it and everyone wanted a picture with us. There were even a couple of others dressed in costumes from the show. They were all envious of the two of us, though.
“Pokin’ Dragon! Pokin’ Dragon!” someone started chanting. The crowd on the show floor took up the chant and all I could do was turn to Desi. She nodded. I hammed it up pretty well as I got ready, reciting the lines from the show about it being my first time and I couldn’t believe I was going to do it. Then I used both index fingers to press against Desi’s pronounced nipples. Everyone applauded as my prosthetic kept chanting “Boost! Boost! Boost!”
There were a few people disappointed that Desi didn’t expose her boobs for the charade but they got lost in the crowd. We repeated the act several times during the day. We were exhausted and our costumes were soaked with sweat by the time we got back to the hotel room to shower and go to bed.
I tweaked her nipples and got a boost several times that night.
When we got back to the hotel room, someone had been there. I saw my computer, tripod, camera, microphone, and guitar case.
“Whoa. For a minute, I thought we were supposed to make a sex tape,” I laughed. “I guess I don’t get a Sunday off from recording.”
“The sexiest this tape is going to get will be me cuddled up beside you in bed while you play,” Desi said. “I asked Rachel to arrange things for us.”
We made love as soon as we woke up in the morning. Desi wouldn’t let me comb my hair. All I got to do was pull on a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned white shirt. Desi slipped on a nightgown and got back under the covers, propped up enough to be behind me, leaning in while I played. I sat on top of the spread.
Since I hadn’t really prepared a program for this morning, I had to stop and start a few times. I just played whatever came to mind. At least Desi didn’t fall asleep on me.
I edited together the recording while she showered and uploaded it to my channel. Without exposing anything, it was still a very sexy concert.
Sunday was a lighter day than Saturday but no less exciting. The guys who wanted to see Desi’s boobs should have come Sunday. We wore our Kill la Kill costumes that we wore at Indy PopCon last June. Ryuko wears a costume that barely covers her nipples from the top and none of the underside of her breast. It’s connected to a pair of black and red bikini panties by suspenders that go on to connect her thigh-high black and red hose. Just seeing this outfit made me want to take her back to bed. I spent more time than was necessary making sure her nipples were painted with adhesive and getting them tucked securely inside the little wedge of fabric.
My own Aikuro costume was a casually unbuttoned dress shirt that showed off my chest and abs. Desi spent just as long accenting my abs with make-up and then sucked on my cock before she put her lipstick on.
We strutted around the show floor and to the various photo stations where people could get pix and autographs. We always gave them the promo brochure for Riko’s booth and she reported a boom in sales.
Aikuro is a letch, so it was fun to try to catch Desi in compromising positions and be a ‘little too close’ at times. But I was also hyper-aware of people around us. I slapped V1 down when he suggested she was just asking to get groped. Cosplay is not permission and I made sure to enforce that with a couple of handsy guys who thought they could cop a feel.
At six o’clock, we breathed a sigh of relief as the organizers began closing things down and getting attendees to leave so the vendors could pack up. Riko gave Desi a long coat to walk back to our hotel room and no one hassled us.
“Doesn’t Aikuro keep getting naked and trying to get Ryuko naked?” Desi teased as she dropped the coat inside the door to our room.
“Where’s your giant scissor blade?” I asked.
“Oh, Mom kept it to pack away.”
“So, you’re really defenseless,” I leered, stripping off my shirt. We’d never really done any role-playing except on the show floor. Desi took a step away and grinned.
“Don’t try anything. You’re a teacher and shouldn’t be spying on students.”
“How else would I know what you’re up to? Or how the catch on this uniform operates?” I reached around her and unclipped the two suspender straps from her shorts. They sprang up.
“You have a long way to go,” she taunted.
“Yes, but will I attack the little leaves that keep your nips from being exposed? Or will I go straight for the pants now that they’re free? They’re already being tugged down by the garter straps.”
“You beast. How can I defend myself from both things at once?” she whined. She kept turning and I kept circling to stay behind her. I reached down and stroked her butt crease, eliciting a little scream as she grabbed for the panties. I immediately grabbed the suspenders and pulled them up, ripping the adhesive away from her nipples. “Owie!” Desi spun and faced me. “That hurt my titties. Jacob, kiss and make them better.” All pretense of the role-play was dropped as I lifted each boob to my lips and kissed.
“Yuck! They need to flavor that adhesive. Come on, baby. Let’s get your costume off and get in the shower. I promise I’ll make everything feel better.”
She was very happy to have me get her out of the stiff costume, roll down the stockings, and lead her to the shower. I made good on my word and after washing off all the adhesive, I licked and sucked on her luscious tits until she pushed my head down between her legs. Cunnilingus while in the shower can be a bit tricky but I was on my knees and Desi leaned against the wall as she put one leg over my shoulder to give me better access. I held her up with a firm grip on her buns until she was nearly ready to burst. Then I slid my pinky into her ass and she totally collapsed on me in her orgasm.
“I didn’t know you were going to wash me up there!” she panted. “Bed. Bed. I want you in me.” We didn’t really get dry but landed on the bed with me on the bottom and Desi kissing and licking all over my face. It only took a second or two to get lined up for entry. Desi slid onto me with a little gasp and then a purr. With a few strokes the purr turned to a whine. I noticed Desi was having trouble keeping her rhythm with some unexpected shifts. “Do it again,” she gasped. “With your finger, like in the shower.” I got the message and reached around her butt to probe her little hole. I scooped some lubrication off my cock and started rubbing her star.
Desi’s response was to speed up, thrusting back against my finger as well as my cock. About the third thrust I sank in to the first knuckle. She rose again and slammed down on my cock pushing another inch of my finger into her ass. I started wiggling the finger around and every muscle in Desi’s pussy pulsed. Even with as many times as I’d come in the past few days, this was too much for me and I came in her as she cried out her orgasm.
It took several minutes of cuddling together before either of us could speak.
“I don’t think I can do that. Not yet,” she mumbled.
“Do what?”
“Put your penis in my butt. I thought maybe we could have one more time if I didn’t put it in my vagina. I want to make love again and again, but I’m all swollen and tender. That time was almost too much.”
“I’m yours in any way you want me,” I said, kissing her hair.
“Oh, it’s not that I don’t want you, but I think I should be better prepared for anal entry. Jacob, this week has been everything I wanted and more. I love that I’m one of your girlfriends. And you’d better believe there are one or two or three who’ll want to see what condition my condition is in. They’re going to see a well-fucked pussy,” she giggled. Our girlfriends were going to examine the aftermath? I had a sudden image of Beca between Desi’s legs in my head. I think I gave a little pulse against Desi’s side. “There’s just a lot of difference in the diameter of your little finger and your penis. Before it continues its mission to go where no man has gone before, I want to make sure there is a wormhole big enough to transport your whole ship. And I don’t want to spoil a single memory of our week together.”
“We never have to do that, Desi. If you want, it’s okay. If not, it’s okay. I have you as a lover. I’m really happy.”
“Well, I’d like to say your cock gets a day off tomorrow but it won’t. I might be out of commission, but Joan isn’t and she’s getting back from Chicago tonight. Tomorrow you spend the day with her.”
“I’m your slave for the week,” I said.
“And your mistress commands that you meet Joan and give her the best birthday she could ever imagine.”
“Her birthday is tomorrow? Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things until it’s too late? I wouldn’t even have known Brittany’s birthday if she didn’t announce it with an invitation two months in advance,” I complained. I hadn’t gotten a birthday present for Joan. I already felt like I didn’t spend enough time with her.
“If we told you too far in advance, you’d just go out and do something stupid like getting presents and everything. All we want is you.”
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