Double Team
Chapter 227
“There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”
—Homer, The Iliad
1 FEBRUARY 2023
I love my V3 life and my V3 world! Never in my wildest V1 fantasies did I ever foresee a time when I could hold a dozen lovers in my arms, all living in harmony and joy with each other. Never did I imagine a life filled with music in the day and love all night. It’s an SOL fantasy story come to life. In fact, it’s keeping me away from reading on the story site for fear I would find myself there!
I lie here with Brittany on one side of me and Sophie on the other, pretending to be asleep while I scratch words in my journal. But I can see Sophie’s thumb scrape along Brit’s nipple and feel Brit’s hand squeeze my morning hard-on in rhythm with it. The aunt and niece combined nearly drained the life from me last night, but it is clear they want to play some more before school this morning.
We’re all attending classes this week before we split up to start our tour this weekend. Everyone wants to get as much loving as possible with each of our partners in this week to tide us over the three-week separation. Naturally, I’m focusing on the eight who won’t be touring: Rachel, Joan, Beca, Emily, Brit, Sophie, Desi. And Saturday is reserved for Livy when she gets up from Blacksburg. She’ll be here a couple of days and then is off to LA for another national meet. Her 10k is killer now but her 5k is near record time. I wouldn’t stand a chance of being within a kilometer of her finish. Emily will be tracking the logistics of our three touring companies, but plans to spend a long weekend with Livy in LA to cheer her on.
Oh, God! Brittany just wiggled down to take my cock in her mouth and Sophie is kissing her way up my neck. I’ll write later.
The week of school and rehearsals was just what we needed to bring our focus together as a family. We still felt the hollow spot that Remas left when she moved to Seattle, but we talked with her frequently and it was hard to miss the joy and enthusiasm in her voice as she and the conductor auditioned service candidates for the new orchestra. They hoped to have a full performance ensemble ready to start the season in the fall. In a way, it would be like having a permanent National Service deputation team located in Seattle. As they matured, they would even do occasional orchestra tours, like the Young America Orchestra did with us in California.
Monday night, Emily and I took Desi to bed and tag-teamed our lover most of the night. I was pretty shot when I arrived at school Tuesday morning. But… Desi and Emily. What a combination! Sliding my cock between the mountains of Desi’s breasts to have it licked and suckled by the combined mouths of Em and Desi… Oh, my God! Em and Desi kept a hand busy in each other’s pussy while I held and played with Desi’s breasts. When I ejaculated, I hit both girls in the mouth and chin. Their tongues were active licking the spend from each other as their fingers brought them both to climax.
I needed a little recovery time but it seemed Em and Desi were ready for round two immediately. I just lay beside them while the two girls sixty-nined for half an hour, Em lying on top of Desi with her head between our dramatic girlfriend’s thighs as Desi sang arias into Em’s pussy. By the time they were finished with that performance, my cock was giving them a standing ovation but they both needed a few minutes to recover so we showered the sweat and remaining come off our bodies.
Then Desi and Em got in one of my favorite combinations: Em dominant to Desi in a missionary position. In this position, with a little help from pillows, I could get between their legs and fuck into both girls by just shifting the position of my cock a little on the back stroke. First Desi on the bottom, then Em on top. Into one. Withdraw. Into the other. And they stimulated each other and kissed while I just relished the sensations of dipping into their pussies and bouncing against Em’s delicious rump. Until that moment when the sensation overwhelmed me and I let loose in Em. While I was still pumping, I withdrew and plunged into Desi. I got more on the girls than in them but they were quick to switch to a sixty-nine again for cleanup and another orgasm.
They cuddled up on either side of me, heads on my shoulders as we sank into sleep that was interrupted a few hours later when I found myself spooned behind Desi with Em spooned behind me. My cock was stiff as Desi rocked her butt up and down it. I soon discovered she was ahead of me and her anus was greased with lubricant. I only needed to hunch down a little to find her opening and slide up the Hershey Highway into her butt. Unlike with Cindy, who would just as soon have my cock in her butt as her pussy, Desi and I only did this once every few months and it was always an overwhelming experience. Em shifted so I could roll to my back with Desi on top of me as we watched ourselves in the overhead mirrors. Em managed to get between our legs so she could lick Desi. I could feel Em’s finger moving in Desi’s pussy as I stroked into her rectum. What a wonderfully long and intense time that was before Desi and I both hit our peak and I grasped her big beautiful boobs in both hands as I came in her butt.
We dozed off in that position. I was pretty sure I was spent for the night but Desi’s tight butt wouldn’t let my cock slide all the way out until we finally rolled to a new position. Em kissed me and I tasted Desi’s come all over her face. I scooted down and nudged Em’s legs apart so I could get my face on her pussy. Em continued to shave like she had been when I first touched her hot little box. My tongue found her bare and slick. Em’s labia majora aren’t huge and puffy like some of our wives’, but the inner folds spread quickly at the introduction of my tongue. One side seemed to fold under the other to create the hood for her little clit, but they flowered open to expose the little bud to the tip of my tongue.
She’d been licked by Desi a lot that night, so I took my time gently exploring her and not trying to directly stimulate anything until I knew—by the pressure she was putting on my head—that she was ready for more. Then I drove my tongue as deeply inside her as I could to collect her juices and spread them over her clit. As I stimulated her with the tip of my tongue, my questing fingers found the little bumpy patch of her vagina, just an inch or so behind her urethra, and sent her over the edge in a crashing orgasm. I stayed put and just drank the sweet juices from her pussy.
Tuesday night, Brittany and Sophie tried to come on every flat surface in the house. We did it in the guise of dancing, of course. Naked. When Sophie got Brittany down on the couch and dove between her legs, Sophie’s butt popped up in the air in a perfect position for me to penetrate from behind. When she jumped on Brittany’s face in front of the fireplace, Brit’s legs splayed open in an invitation I could not begin to resist. Why should I?
Honestly? I don’t remember which one was bent over the kitchen counter as I reamed her from behind. I remember lying on the floor of the shower with Brittany’s pussy in my mouth as I looked up at the sight of Sophie’s sawing against Brit’s tongue above me. And as I fucked Brittany on the bed with a stack of towels beneath us, Sophie rode her face and sought out the special combination of moves that caused Brit to spray her juices with as much force as I shot mine.
“Tonight is all about Joan,” Beca whispered in my ear. “I’ll get mine tomorrow.”
“Really?”
“Expect that we won’t be the only ones in here with you. I think everyone is going to want a taste of my lover tonight.”
“You’re okay with that?”
“It’s one of the problems of being in a lesbian relationship with a girl who is so special to me,” Beca sighed. “Everyone begins to think we are just with each other and they try not to interfere. But Joan and I are part of the whole family. She craves your cock as much as my tongue. She adores Desi and Nanette is special to her. But just like I love getting between Donna’s legs and having Rachel lick me like no other, Joan wants to make love to Brittany and Sophie and Em. We don’t want to be exclusive to each other. We’re a family. We want everyone.”
“I love you, Rebeca. Let’s go give our beautiful wife the night of her life.”
It wasn’t quite a gang rape. We even made sure Joan got a break between lovers to catch her breath and be gently washed by Beca. But by the time we got to Thursday morning, her nipples were bright red and her pussy was swollen and rosy. And still, she wanted one more ride on my cock before I went to school and she and Beca went to the office. What a girl!
“Are we getting a little rest tonight?” I asked Beca as we crawled into bed Thursday night.
“What gives you that idea?” my tiny lover asked as she sprawled on top of me. “Have you gotten so used to multiple partners that you think you need more than one to satisfy you?” she giggled.
“It isn’t that. It’s just that we’re so seldom alone together. When was the last time? In Iowa?”
“Yes. Your birthday. I felt so loved and treasured. I want you, Jacob. I want to feel your cock in my vagina. I want to look in your eyes and know we are connected as intimately as we can be. I want to feel you spray your seed in my womanhood. To know that I am your woman, not just your trans lesbian friend. Take me. Conquer me. Make me yours.”
I kissed my first girlfriend, lightly at first and then with increasing passion as we relived those halting first experiences of our teens. Kissing, touching her breasts, sucking her nipples, tasting her pussy. She sucked me to orgasm and I kissed her deeply so she would know how much I treasured that experience. I held her round butt in my hands as she ground her clit against my cock and then reached for lubricant to make the transition into her go smoothly. She maintained control of the depth by riding up and down while I stroked her breasts and petted her. I used my fingers between us to stimulate her clit to orgasm. It was so beautiful to look up into her face when she came that my climax took us both by surprise and Beca dropped down on me to the limit of her depth to receive the pulses against her vaginal walls. Then in an uncharacteristic move, she continued to move on me, keeping me hard and inside her until I lost control again and came in her.
“These times are very special to me, Jacob,” she said as she lay on top of me. At barely a hundred pounds, she was the only one of my wives who could spend the entire night using my chest as a mattress. “I know I’m lesbian but I need you. I need to know we are this connected and in love. I’m sorry these times aren’t more frequent. If you need me more often, all you have to do is ask. I’ll never deny you my body in any way.”
“Beca, you are more precious to me than breath. I am always amazed that we even have these moments together. You help hold our family together. Knowing that you will share these loving moments with me, no matter how often, fills me with joy. Even without them, you know I feel closer to you and Rachel than anyone else in our pod. And I love everyone else to the depth of our being.”
“We share our little secret with each other. Secrets we would give no one else. How are you doing, Jacob? Up here where your secret is held?” she asked tapping my forehead.
“Frankly, the old man is out of his depth. I still remember everything, and sometimes an experience I had in 1970 will remind me of a good way to handle a current situation. But my personality? Beca, I never realized what a cold and skeptical person I’d become. I wasn’t mean or unkind to anyone. I had a good life. But my growing conservatism was just a political thing. I shudder to think what I said to myself when starting the Reform Party,” I chuckled. I kissed her nose and then her lips as we lay there for a while.
“I considered myself a fiscal conservative and a social moderate. Sure, let gays get married and help the poor—at least those willing to help themselves. Allow abortions and women’s control over their bodies. But don’t pay for it. We couldn’t afford to pay for all those social services. We couldn’t afford to forgive student loans. We couldn’t afford a single payer medical insurance program. We couldn’t afford to support refugees. I discovered that more and more, being fiscally responsible was more important to me than being human and humane. When held in the balance, my social moderation was always weighed against my financial security.”
“Isn’t that kind of like most people as they age?” Beca asked. “Not that I’d really know. I’m only nineteen.”
“Mmm. I knew people who survived on the brink of poverty and were happiest when they could give a homeless man a dollar or help a friend move to a new home. Oh, I gave an occasional dollar to the homeless, too, but I was always mumbling about how he’d just use it to buy alcohol. As if I thought being generous was a license to be judgmental. That my contribution to another soul gave me power to tell him how to run his life. What did I really know about him? What did I know about the misery he soothed with alcohol or the nightmares that drove him to the streets?”
“You’re not like that anymore,” Beca said. “You never even think about money, do you?”
“It’s easy not to think about it when you have it. I never even look at our finances. I just know that if I keep doing what I’m doing, money will keep coming in to our bank account. When it slows down, someone will tell me and I’ll change what I’m doing.”
“Some people would consider that very brave and others would think it was very foolish.”
“Bravery and foolishness are pretty much the same thing when it comes down to it. They are both defined as knowing something will hurt and doing it anyway. That’s the part of the old man that I’ve really changed, I think. Being conservative made him a coward. Whenever my teenage self started to do something completely natural to a teen, he would caution me against it. ‘Oh, that’s not a good idea. That kid will get you in trouble. Stay out of the house.’ That’s when I really saw what he’d done to me. When I went to get Pey in the collapsed house. All he could say was how dangerous it was and that I should wait until help arrived who knew what they were doing. He would have left her to die alone in order to be safe.”
“Oh, Jacob, I’m so sorry for your loss.”
“We all lost when Peyton died.”
“Yes, but I’m sorry for the loss of who you were as well. Don’t forget that the old man made you gentle, kind, and loving. He gave you wisdom when you needed it and courage when you faced your own nightmares. I love you, Jacob. All of you.”
“We’re obviously married,” Rachel sighed as she slipped into bed beside me.
“You are the love of my life, Rachel,” I replied as I reached to pull her to me.
“Yes. And now that the children are all in bed and cared for maybe I can stay awake long enough for you to satisfy yourself with my body and go to sleep.”
“Rachel! My love! Are things so bad?” I kissed the top of her red hair and petted it.
“Can’t a woman have a minute to bitch and moan before she becomes a love-starved sex machine,” she giggled. She leaned in to kiss me softly and gently. “No, things are not so bad, silly. But… I’ve had a yearning in my heart the past few weeks. We’ve entered our adult lives. I envy the youth of the past who could jump straight from high school to college and keep the party going for four more years before they had to be competent adults. We’re nineteen and twenty years old. We should be fucking every day.”
“Well…”
“Each other!” We both broke up in laughter at that. “Oh, baby. I love each and every one of our wives and I love to go down on them or have them licking me. I love to kiss them and make love in every way. But I need to connect with my man every once in a while. One-on-one. I need to look into your eyes as you move in me and know this is why I am here. This is my reason for living.”
“I love you, Rache. And I miss that, too. Just holding you to me and talking together like we used to on Friday nights back home. In bed. In the backseat of the car. Anyplace we could be together.”
“I talked to Mom the other day. She said, ‘That’s the way it is when you have a family. There’s much less time to spend on your mate.’ And she’s right. Suddenly, I feel apologetic for being born and ruining her love life with my father.”
“I don’t think you ruined it. Blame Richard for that,” I laughed.
“Yeah. Although Mom says things are improving now that Richard is getting out on his own. He and Barb have both been taken in to get their implants. They’re fifteen and Mom says that after me she can hardly object to Barb spending the night with Richard now and then.”
“It’s hard to imagine younger sibs being sexually active. They were babies.”
“I know. But they aren’t the only ones. All of Pod Two have been implanted. And Brittany says that Luke has spent the night with Lisa and Joyce. I would not be at all surprised to find that Donnie and Kate are a lot more advanced than their tender years would suggest.”
“They’re just like, thirteen and fourteen,” I said. “And so shy.”
“With other people, not each other. Have you ever seen them when they aren’t holding hands? Kate’s parents were a little slow to acknowledge that a boy who was younger than their shy daughter would possibly be a threat to her innocence. When they figured it out, it was so far advanced they couldn’t figure out a way to slow them down. That’s according to Livy who gets the information from her little brother.”
“Oh, Rachel. Did we set a bad example for the next generation?”
“The only bad example I can think of is if you don’t slide into me now, lover. I’m ready and I want to look at you as you enter me.”
“What do you see, dearest?” I asked as I positioned myself at her opening and pressed forward into the liquid depths.
“I see a man consumed with love that has crossed universes to be with me,” she whispered. “I can’t help but think that the reason you were sucked out of your reality and into this one was specifically so we could be together. I see in your eyes a love that has crossed time and space. And I think with pity on the me in that other place who never knew your love.”
“If there were no other reason for me to be here, that would be enough.”
We lost ourselves in the movement and pleasure of making love while we gazed into each other’s eyes. Our lovemaking was not always so traditional, with me pressing her down on the mattress as my cock invaded her pussy over and over. But when we were connected in this way, we could feel our souls merge. Our orgasms weren’t noisy but were so intense that tears leaked from our eyes as I felt her pussy contract around my cock and I spewed forth the abundance of my come.
“I don’t think I’m the only reason. I just think I’m a sufficient reason,” Rachel said as we lay side by side in the afterglow of such intense affection. “Look at all you’ve accomplished. Whether you intended to or not, your presence in this world has changed it. I know that there is a theory concerned with time travel that says no one can change the direction of the universe. If you go back in time and change something that should have resulted in changing history, something else will happen that changes it back to the way it is ordained. They’d apply the same logic to your travel. Whatever has happened in this world because of you would have happened anyway. It would just have had a different cause.”
“I’m not sure I’m that fatalistic. I think the future of the planet is based on the self-determination of its inhabitants, not a preordained plan. As a result, if I moved things from one destiny to a different one, I’m responsible for it. Whatever good or ill it brings is on me. Otherwise our choices and decisions would be meaningless.”
“That means you bear the weight of so many things in this world,” she whispered to me. “Let me add one more. Roll to your back and bear my weight as I fuck you. You are the strongest man I can imagine and where we united our souls the first time we made love, I want you to make me a screaming banshee this time.”
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